"Squeak!"
A high-end sedan stopped in front of the Tianxiang Pavilion.
The driver, Ning Mengyao, looked at Chu Tianyang, who was shivering by the roadside.
She never could have imagined that the object of her secret affections in her youth had become so pitiful.
With a sigh, she finally pressed the unlock button.
"Meng Yao, I just knew you would help me."
He hurriedly pulled open the passenger door.
Chu Tianyang, with a sly grin, got into the car.
He reached out to wipe her right hand, which was on the gear shift.
"Chu Tianyang, I'm only doing this for the sake of an old classmate, so don't think too much about it," she said.
Ning Mengyao, with a cold face, pulled her hand back.
Sitting there, she felt no fluttering in her heart now.
"Yes, yes, yes... But I know you're sentimental about the past, after all, back in our student days..."
Chu Tianyang hastily tried to bring up the past.
But he was directly interrupted by Ning Mengyao.
