"Ye Xiaowan, is that skewer stall reliable? It's not some pretty boy you know, is it?"
Standing at the entrance of the residential complex and looking around, with ten minutes left till 8 o'clock, the person Little Bun was waiting for still hadn't appeared, which made Little Bun somewhat anxious.
Ye Wan was also anxious inside, but she kept a cool facade, "What pretty boy? Ye Mengmeng, did you eat your manners along with your custard bun this morning and digest them both?"
"I'm sorry!"
Little Bun quickly admitted his fault, and in the next instant, his eyes were glued to the black Aston Martin that had stopped at the distant red light.
Men, indeed, from forty years old down to four, can't resist luxury cars; once they see one, they just can't seem to move.
Ye Wan shook her head with a chuckle.
"Ye Xiaowan, look, look, that car is coming over..."
Little Bun jumped up excitedly.
