Song Yunchi faced Song Yiheng's vehement refusal but still shamelessly got into the car.
Not in the backseat, but the passenger seat.
Song Yiheng was driving, Song Yunchi sat in the passenger seat, and Lu Meng could only sit in the backseat.
She puffed her cheeks out, annoyed that Song Yunchi lacked consideration.
"Where to?"
In the car, the man's deep voice rang out.
Socially, Song Yunchi turned to look at Lu Meng, who was sulking in the backseat, "Miss Lu, where would you like to go?"
"I don't want to talk to you."
"Fine," Song Yunchi snapped his fingers, "Stop the car."
"Brother, what's wrong?" While keeping an eye on the road, Song Yiheng asked.
The black Bentley pulled over to the side, Song Yunchi hooked a smile, turned his head to look at Lu Meng, and raised his eyebrows at her, "Miss Lu, please get out of the car."
"What do you mean?"
Lu Meng straightened her back, showing no intention of getting out.
