Zhang Xiaomeng chuckled and, as he looked at Liu Bingqing's fair skin tinged with a blush, his heart skipped a beat.
"Bingqing, come sit on my lap," Zhang Xiaomeng said.
"Huh?" Liu Bingqing was somewhat flustered, fidgeting and quite embarrassed.
She glanced at Zhang Xiaomeng with annoyance, "Xiaomeng, you're getting too bold."
Zhang Xiaomeng laughed, "Before, we swore an oath over your father's grave. If you could let loose in front of your dad's tomb, isn't this just child's play in the car?"
Hearing this, Liu Bingqing really wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
Her voice trembling a bit, she said, "Last time, it was you, you were the one who stirred up trouble."
"That's why such a thing happened."
"I don't care, if you don't listen to me, be careful that I might dump you after we get out of the car," said Zhang Xiaomeng softly, while Liu Bingqing glared at him.
"Jerk, if you really dump me, I, I...."
Liu Bingqing suddenly fell silent.
