The woman watched as the two figures receded, grinding down one of her silver teeth in frustration.
Ah, she was infuriated.
In the car, Maomao watched the scenery move backward through the window, her lips curving up into a faint smile.
As if remembering something, she turned to look at the person driving next to her and started to "settle accounts," "Hey, did that woman just now have a thing for you?"
The vinegar in her words was thick, it was as if she had been steeped in it.
Jian Tianlin's cool brows lifted slightly, his eyes twinkling with a charming smile, "Then what?"
"She was giving you the eye, inviting you to dinner, why didn't you accept?" Maomao deliberately teased him, her pink lips pouting high.
A red light lit up ahead, and Jian Tianlin turned the steering wheel sharply, stopping the car and taking her hand, "What's the matter, are you jealous?"
"Who's jealous? I'm not eating dumplings, what's there to be jealous about?" Maomao shook off his hand and harrumphed.
