Han Zhan made a joke with Song Ci and said, "In the future, whoever has a daughter, the most ruthless curse would be: I wish your daughter a son-in-law like Jiang Weimin."
Song Ci was so scared that she had goosebumps all over. She hurriedly slapped Han Zhan's arm. "Shut up if you don't know how to speak."
Han Zhan thought about it carefully and felt that these words were too scary. He hurriedly zipped his mouth to show that he had shut up.
The two of them chatted happily, but Han Wangwang remained silent.
The car had already arrived at the suburbs. They would reach Imperial Dragon Mountain in another 20 minutes along a black asphalt road.
Han Zhan turned the car around and drove steadily on the asphalt road. Only then did he quickly turn back to look at Han Wangwang. He saw Han Wangwang playing with the rope that came with her cell phone shell. She had a worried frown on her face, looking very troubled.
