But the less she spoke, Huoguo grew increasingly irritable, his grip on her hand tightening even more.
"I'm asking you a damn question."
Sss...
Her hand hurt from the grip, and Lian Qiao quickly recoiled, rubbing the sore spot, "I'm not made of reinforced steel, why take it out on me for no reason? I'm not your fire extinguisher."
Xing Liehuo was slightly taken aback. The term 'fire extinguisher' was rather vivid, and the annoyance that had just flared up inside him was suppressed by her words. After a brief pause, he said somewhat flirtatiously, "Aren't you my fire extinguisher? I'm counting on you to put out the fire!"
With a cold snort, Lian Qiao's words turned sour without her realizing it, "No thanks, I can't shoulder that burden."
Taking a hand off the steering wheel, Xing Liehuo turned to pinch her face and said with a serious tone, "Don't fucking ask for it, talk business."
