The car drove onto the highway. The highways in S City were not very wide with only two lanes.
Song Chenfeng was sitting there casually without even buckling the seatbelt. He laid against the seat and talked to Xia Ning.
"Xia Ning, that person was calling you Young Miss. You are something," Song Chenfeng said, casually looking at Xia Ning who was in the front.
Xia Ning was driving and did not speak.
As if he could not feel Xia Ning's coldness, Song Chenfeng continued, "Are you really Shen Weiran's niece?"
"What do you think?" Xia Ning said suddenly.
Song Chenfeng sneered, "Do you want me to say you are alike or not?"
"It depends on what you think, Young Master Song. After all, I cannot influence you," Xia Ning said calmly.
Song Chenfeng frowned a little. Did Xia Ning know how to chat? Every other woman would begin chatting following his words. But, the more she was like this, the more interested he was in her.
