The driver, seeing their behavior, was also on the verge of losing his temper, "Are you two going or not?"
"We're going…" one drawled the ending.
"Go!" the other said sharply and forcefully.
Though their tones and rhythms differed, the two spoke in unison.
After speaking, they glanced at each other. One with a smile, the other with anger, creating a particularly strange atmosphere. Whether influenced by Zhan Se's persistent consciousness or not, Yan Zhan's eyes darkened, and he sighed deeply, eventually releasing the door handle he had been holding and touched his nose with a look that was both mocking and amused.
"Fine... I'll call another cab."
"That's for the best, President Yan, goodbye." With a hooked lip, Zhan Se's smile was rare and genuine.
Just as she was about to pull the door shut, she heard Yan Zhan speak with an ominous chuckle.
"I did have something you would have been extremely interested in… but now… goodbye…"