Before they could snap out of their daze at the waiting booth, a black sports car stopped in front of them.
"Hey! Young master Yu, the car window rolled down, and a similarly frivolous, exquisite, and handsome face was reflected in it.
I'll give you Yingluo. Gong Mingyu didn't answer the man in the car and only casually said to Siyi, but his tone was very firm.
"No need, I'll go back myself!" Siyi was a little flustered, and her small hand hurriedly went to knock on the door of the bus stop, afraid that this man would use forceful means.
She did not believe that this man would be so kind!
After fighting with him for a few rounds, Siyi really gradually understood his 'style'.
As expected, Gong Ming didn't seem to notice her struggle and resistance at all. He bent down and scooped up the struggling Siyi in his arms.
