"Mr. Tang, your skills are really good, aren't they?"
On their way to the restaurant, Sally, who was sitting in the passenger seat, kept flattering and making overtures to Tang Feng.
"Which skills are you referring to?" Tang Feng asked with a sly smile, glancing back at her.
Sally was no novice driver, how could she not catch the deeper meaning in his words, "Mr. Tang, you're so naughty."
"Do you like it?" Tang Feng raised his eyebrows at her, the spitting image of a bad boy seducing a good woman.
But that was exactly what Sally fell for; if he had been shy and stiff, she would have had to put in much more effort.
Tang Feng's charming demeanor saved her the trouble.
She immediately placed her hand over Tang Feng's on the steering wheel, "Mr. Tang, are you free tonight? After we eat, we could go to my place to watch a movie."
Her suggestion wasn't even subtle, it was a blatant temptation.
