"Grandpa, we're stepping out for a bit."
"Oh, okay, remember to come back for dinner."
"No, Grandpa, we're going out for barbecue." Jiang Qing spoke a few words with Jiang Aiguo and then drove off with Zhang Xiaomeng.
In the car, Jiang Qing, who was holding the steering wheel, gave Zhang Xiaomeng a resentful glare.
"You're so bad, Xiaomeng, making me lie to Grandpa about going for barbecue."
"Otherwise, you wouldn't want him to know that I'm taking you to the mountaintop to spend time alone together, would you?" Zhang Xiaomeng said, his hands behind his head, looking very relaxed.
"Hmph, don't do this again; I won't make bets with you ever again."
"No way around it, you lost the bet. You have to accept the loss."
At that moment, Jiang Qing's car suddenly suffered a violent collision.
Jiang Qing felt her heart was about to leap out, "Ah, what's going on?"
Zhang Xiaomeng looked back with a grim face, "There are three Mercedes chasing us."
