In the car.
Cui Ying was looking at Ren Feifan with great interest as if there were flowers on his face.
"Ren Feifan, you handled this matter quite well, not bad at all, not bad at all," Cui Ying praised as she patted Ren Feifan's shoulder.
Ren Feifan, driving the car, smiled and asked, "Where to next?"
"Home."
Ren Feifan made his turn, ready to head back to the villa.
"Hey, hey, hey, wrong way! The direction you were heading before was correct!"
Didn't you say you're going home? The villa is that way."
Cui Ying, totally irritated, hurriedly explained, "I meant my home, not the villa!"
Ren Feifan paused a bit. He gently pressed the brakes, slowing down the car, and then turned his head and asked, "You want me to come home with you? Are you joking?"
Cui Ying snapped her fingers, her face glowing with an unusual spirit.
"Of course not, didn't you promise me yesterday? You better listen to me today."
