Wei Lan walked towards the taxi with a stern face, casting a sideways glance at Li Feng, and muttered two words under her breath.
"Straight man."
Just as Wei Lan was bending down to get into the car, Li Feng suddenly reached out and grabbed Wei Lan's arm.
"What, regretting it now?"
"Too late."
Wei Lan felt a little petulant inside, thinking, 'Hmph, when this miss was making moves, you didn't reciprocate. Now you're regretting it? There's no second chance.'
This miss certainly has a temper too.
Li Feng didn't care about Wei Lan's thoughts at the moment, and without finishing his words, pulled Wei Lan into his arms, causing her heart to flutter slightly.
Boom.
A loud noise.
Wei Lan's heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head to look at the roadside, where a luxury car had slammed into the back of the taxi, the violent collision pushing the taxi's rear up onto the curb.
