Ye Wudao smacked his lips, even making an audible sound as though he was relishing the 'joy' he had just experienced, which made Wang Shiying's face next door look like a well-done steak, cooked to eleven-tenths of perfection.
"Drive already, will you? The cars behind us are honking," whispered Wang Shiying so softly that Ye Wudao, thanks to his keen hearing, barely caught what she said.
Ye Wudao came back to his senses. Hearing the deafening horns from the cars behind him and the cursing voices which seemed to echo down nine streets, he quickly stuck out his tongue and sped off in the car.
"Dad, big brother, Ye Wudao said if he's going to step in and save Grandpa, our Zhong Family would have to trade the Spirit Gathering Array for it," Zhong Lingxuan had returned to the Zhong Family, outlining Ye Wudao's demands to her relatives.
