Mei Shu shrugged, indifferent, "Let's just get in the car. I'll sit in the front."
After saying that, she walked to the passenger seat, opened the door, and got in.
Lu Si could only helplessly sit in the back with Lu Ting.
The atmosphere inside the car was quite silent all the way.
Even Jiang He's hands, holding the square plate, were sweating.
Occasionally, he would worryingly glance at Mei Shu beside him, only to find that she had already fallen asleep at some point with her head tilted.
Jiang He was surprised.
Miss Mei's mental fortitude was really not something ordinary people could compare to.
When Lu Ting was young, he was a soldier, so he had a majestic aura. Ordinary people, let alone riding in the same car with him, would subconsciously tense up even if they brushed past him.
Who could sleep so carefreely like Mei Shu?
But sleeping was always better than having a conflict with the old man!
