Pei Jiao had already returned to her seat. "If I'm not dead, I can still move."
Beike: "That's good."
Pei Jiao rubbed her knees and elbows that were hurting from the collision. It was so painful that her brows could not relax for a long time. She endured the pain and asked, "What happened just now? You suddenly made a sharp turn and didn't even tell me. Do you know that I was almost crippled by you?"
Beike raised his chin, indicating that she should look behind her. "Here."
Pei Jiao turned to look out the rear window. She realized that it was Wei Yu's most frequent Cayenne, following their car.
Pei Jiao gritted her molars. "A dog skin plaster."
Beike hummed a tune and teased, "I really didn't expect you to be so charming. In just a month, you charmed that Wei guy and chased after you."
Pei Jiao said, "Your father is infinitely charming."
