"Thank you," he said. She stepped on the accelerator as she spoke.
Mo Yanchen sat in the front passenger seat and watched her drive seriously. He turned to the side and watched as she stepped on the accelerator. The corners of his lips could not help but curve up.
Squeak. Shen chengjing turned a corner, stepped on the accelerator, and sped up.
When they were together, she used to like racing, but later on, she was too busy and didn't do it anymore! It had been a long time since he had seen such a passionate side of her. The man subconsciously took out his phone and took a picture of the passion in her eyes.
"Uncle, sit tight." She said.
"Alright," he said. As mo Yancheng spoke, she continued to turn the corner. The wind blew in from the window and messed up her long hair. She pursed her lips and fiddled with the steering wheel with her little hands.
Mo Yanchen sat quietly in the car, staring at the front and looking at the time on his wrist.
