"If I ever ride in your car again, I'd be an idiot."
All three people in the yard turned to look. Huo Jinlan's tiny face was ghastly pale, icy, her lips bitten bloody. It was Jiang Nanfei again, always spoiling her good times, like some lingering ghost.
"Brother." Tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice wavered, filled with grievance. "Brother, why did you come back so late? I've been waiting for you at home!"
Huo Beijiang sat on the motorcycle, not dismounting. "I'm sorry, Jinlan, I had to take Nanfei home. I can't accompany you to the class reunion. I'll explain when I get back."
Wu Shanshan widened her eyes in disbelief, staring at Huo Beijiang, then at Huo Jinlan. Finally, she tried to look at the backseat of the motorcycle, but Huo Beijiang's body blocked her view no matter how hard she tried.
