The three of them approached the blue BMW.
"Who's driving? Oh, that seems like a redundant question," Gu Ran said, looking at Su Qing heading toward the passenger seat and He Qingyan going to the back.
He resigned himself to the driver's seat.
"How much fuel is left?" Su Qing fastened her seat belt.
"The display shows enough for 165 kilometers," Gu Ran answered.
The seat belt delineated the beautiful contours of Su Qing's body, full and rounded, enough to make one's heart tremble. He dared not look any longer.
"That's a bit risky," He Qingyan said from the back, which had turned into a royal parlor. "I might have to take the bus to work in the future."
"Buses aren't free either," Gu Ran retorted. "But we can carpool with Mrs. Jing since she also goes to work every day."
"You're really smart," Su Qing commented.
"Please don't use a disdainful expression when praising someone."
