Jiang Jincheng, that wealthy second-generation classmate, just wanted to slap Lin Zhenghui's face in front of the school beauty Lin Wan'er, didn't he?
Go? How could I not?
Imagine giving Lin Wan'er a deep kiss right in front of this guy; I wonder what his expression would be like.
Then we'll see who's slapping whom.
"Xue'er, could you lend me your sports car for a classmate gathering tomorrow night?" Lin Zhenghui said while slaughtering a chicken, speaking to Xue'er, who was busy at work.
"Sure, take it and drive as many days as you like," Xue'er went back to her room to get the car keys for him.
She even asked him to wash his hands and taught him how to operate the car.
Lin Zhenghui had a C2 driver's license, but he really hadn't driven a car many times before.
Let alone such an advanced sports car with its many smart controls on the central console.
"Xiao Du, Xiao Du, turn on the air conditioner to 24!" Xue'er ordered from the passenger seat.
