"Sheep for sale?"
Xing Fei raised her eyebrows, suddenly realized what was going on, and looked at An Long with a smile, "An Long, are you planning to sell me to Li'er to warm his bed?"
"Haha, well..." An Long was about to speak when he suddenly felt a chill from two directions. Turning his head, he saw Mengte De'er cracking his knuckles and Xing Fei rolling up her sleeves.
"Hey, hey, hey! This is just to pass the checkpoint, you two don't take it seriously!" An Long hurriedly explained.
"I am taking it seriously!" Xing Fei glared at him fiercely, staring menacingly at An Long; "Thinking of selling me? An Long, you must be itching for a beating!"
"No... Young Master..." An Long smiled bitterly as he looked at Jiang Chen in the rearview mirror.
Jiang Chen smiled faintly, turned his head, and ignored An Long.
