Long Fei, that bastard, didn't let An Xiaoke have her way.
The more the young man struggled, the more An Xiaoke's body pressed against Long Fei.
He took advantage of the situation to cop a feel, and was too happy to even think about stopping it.
An Xiaoke's little nose was almost crooked with anger, so she simply pulled him up and switched seats with the guy.
The young man inside felt somewhat indignant, having been busy for half a day only to benefit someone else.
He pulled out his wallet, took out a stack of cash and threw it on Long Fei, rudely saying, "Buddy, switch seats with me."
Long Fei frowned, picked up the cash and counted it, it was indeed quite a sum, over thirteen hundred yuan.
With a smirk on his lips, he pocketed the money and actually switched seats with the young man.
An Xiaoke raised her eyebrows, ground her teeth at him, her little hands balling into fists.
