"I'm already divorced, what do you think?"
"What, you got divorced?"
Jiang Nan turned around to look at Li Feng, and the next second, with her face flushed red, turned back around: "I didn't see anything."
This is like crying that there's no silver buried here, isn't it.
Li Feng put on his underwear, donned a denim coat, and grabbed a jacket: "Where to?"
Jiang Nan turned to look at Li Feng: "You were married? Why did you get divorced? Hurry up and spill the beans."
"What's there to say? It just didn't work out, so we divorced."
"That's evasive, huh."
Descending from the hotel, Jiang Nan led Li Feng straight to a luxurious two-wheeler motorcycle parked upfront.
Jiang Nan picked up a helmet and handed it to Li Feng, then straddled the motorcycle: "Get on, sis will take you for a ride."
This was definitely Jiang Nan's style.
Li Feng straddled the motorcycle, and Jiang Nan turned her head to him: "Hold on tight to my waist, my bike is pretty cool."
