Jiang Yaoyao followed the man out of the club and came to the familiar Bentley Mulsanne parked by the roadside, instinctively reaching for the rear door...
"Sit up front," Bo Jinlan indicated, "Li Jing isn't here today, I'll drive."
"Ah?" Jiang Yaoyao suddenly became worried, "Are you sure you can drive?"
Every time I saw him, he had a chauffeur waiting on him hand and foot. Honestly, whether it was three years ago or now, I've never actually seen him drive...
Bo Jinlan slightly raised an eyebrow, "Don't trust my driving skills?"
Emmm... Jiang Yaoyao wrinkled her little nose, "Then drive slower, okay?"
Bo Jinlan couldn't help but suppress a chuckle, the corners of his mouth curving into a playful arc, "Alright, since Yaoyao likes it slower, I'll go slower."
Jiang Yaoyao: "??!!"
I suspected you'd race the car, yet without evidence to show to others, I let it roll over my face, which hurts a lot...
"Get in the car," Bo Jinlan opened the passenger door.
