Inside the car, Yan Nansheng put his phone down with remarkable calm, "I told him to go back first. The kid is important; there's no need to worry about me. He just won't listen, insists on calling to apologize, sigh."
Feng Yanyan tugged at her lip, unsure of what to say.
It was Feng Chen'an who smiled and said, "Asheng, he's actually worried about your health."
Yan Nansheng continued sighing, "It's mainly because I'm usually quite good to them. They worry about me wholeheartedly, fearing I'll be left without anyone to take care of me."
Feng Chen'an: "..."
Feng Yanyan: "..."
It's clear he's praising others, yet he manages to compliment himself in the process. Yan, you really are unique.
"This rain is pouring down hard," Yan Nansheng remarked as he gazed out the window.
"Yeah," Feng Chen'an frowned, "can't even see the road clearly."
"Hmm, Xiao'an, drive slowly and be safe. I'm not in a hurry," Yan Nansheng immediately said.
Feng Chen'an: "..."
Feng Yanyan: "..."
