Ya Ting boasted boldly, "Who dares to stir up trouble in my turf? I'll make sure they won't be able to go back!"
Shen Qingcong stared at Ya Ting's confidently domineering face, then at his colorful clothing, and the large cigar in his hand. The exaggerated appearance simply didn't match his previous image of a refined male, causing her to burst into laughter.
Ya Ting was somewhat embarrassed by her laughter, so he quickly opened the car door for her and wagged his tail at her with a smile, "Sis-in-law, get in the car quickly! Once we're there, I'll throw a feast for you."
Shen Qingcong got into the back seat of the Lincoln Sedan, and Ya Ting followed suit, pouring her a glass of juice from the mini bar in the car.
While drinking the juice, Shen Qingcong surveyed the interior of the extended Lincoln Sedan. It was like a small living room inside, complete with a sofa, reclining chair, a tiny bar, TV and telephone, perfectly fitting the saying "small but fully equipped."
