The next moment, Yan Qingsi's shoe was seen flying out of the car as a mourning sound echoed.
Yan Qingsi regretted asking the question.
She should have known that nothing good would come out from Yue Tingfeng's mouth.
To wake up in bed with her everyday?
Hehe… She wanted to punch him until he woke up.
Yue Tingfeng smoothed his hair. The stray shoe missed him and flew out of the car. Yue Tingfeng looked at the rearview mirror and styled his hair. A dispassionate look showed on his face as he said, "How long have you not washed your feet?"
Yan Qingsi propped up her exposed foot on the steering wheel and spat back, "If I knew that today would call for a shoe to hit on your head, I would not have washed my foot for a week."
Yue Tingfeng looked at the bare foot, then at the shoe outside the car.
