"So, I should thank you?"
"Don't mention it, we're pretty close, aren't we?"
Ya Shitian's lips curved with interest, "Are you suggesting that there's no distinction between you and me?"
Ye Anqi gave a flirtatious smile, "I wouldn't dare to be indistinct with you, but we're all old friends here, why bother quibbling over the details?"
Ya Shitian walked to the car door, "Come here, why are you standing so far back? Are you afraid I'll eat you?"
"Your presence is so imposing, we, the small fry, can only keep our distance and admire."
"Slick talker."
Ye Anqi feigned surprise, "I thought that idiom was used to describe men."
Ya Shitian couldn't be bothered with the nonsense, "Come on, get in."
After saying this, he stepped forward, bent over, and sat down inside.
He took the driver's seat, and Ye Anqi hesitated a moment before going around to the other side to get in.
The small car seemed crowded with Ya Shitian's tall figure inside.
