"What's the matter? Why does your expression suddenly look so terrible?" Through the rearview mirror, Zhang Menglong saw Lu Yiyao's grave expression.
"It's nothing. How about you just drop me off at the school gate and head back? Something came up with my roommate, and I'm afraid I can't have dinner with you tonight."
"Yiyi, you're not good at lying," Zhang Menglong had heard everything clearly, "Your roommate said 'he' is coming. Who is 'he'?"
"Don't ask, this is my own business."
"What do you mean, your own business? Your business is my business. Haven't I said that more than once or twice?" At this moment, Zhang Menglong suddenly took on the demeanor of a domineering CEO, "An ex-boyfriend? No problem, give him a couple billion and tell him to get lost!"
"No," Lu Yiyao shook her head, "It's... it's my dad."
"Your dad?" Zhang Menglong furrowed his brow.
