Xiao Ruoruo's demeanor was casual, but Yang Xiao found it somewhat intolerable.
After high-speed driving followed by an emergency brake, the sensation of weightlessness almost caused Yang Xiao to throw up the bitter contents of his stomach.
His head was buzzing non-stop, and as soon as the car came to a halt, he flung open the door and rushed out.
If he continued to stay in the car, Yang Xiao feared he might actually vomit.
Once outside the car, it was different; the cool night breeze was sure to make him feel much better.
"Yang Xiao, you can't be that useless, can you? You can't even handle a little situation like this? The way you are now, it's hard for me not to question the description my adoptive father gave of you. He couldn't have been deceived by you and exaggerated your capabilities when introducing you, could he? The way you are now, you're nothing like the person my adoptive father described!"
After Yang Xiao got out of the car, Xiao Ruoruo followed suit.
