Xiao Yebai fell silent.
But after a moment, he spoke a sentence in English.
"OK," the driver responded and soon they veered onto the slow lane. Not long after, they did a U-turn.
Mo Weiyi curved the corners of his mouth into a smirk.
Ha, using grandpa still seemed to be most effective,
His mood lifted, immediately alleviating the pain in his arm.
Shifting his butt forward, Mo Weiyi leans on the passenger's seat back with his small hand. His large eyes began blinking rapidly as he started chattering away.
"Xiaobai, do we go eat first or do we find a hotel? Going to the hotel is fine too, there should be food there right? I'm starving to death, and I'm so dirty. After more than ten hours on the plane, I didn't get to bathe or sleep properly, I'm so tired..."
"Sit properly," Xiao Yebai coldly interrupted.
Mo Weiyi stuck out his tongue and moved his butt back to its original spot.
**
Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of a shabby hotel.
