Ning Xi kept on singing while looking at Lu Tingxiao. "Driver! Open the window! No! Not that! The window to heaven! Open it…"
Lu Tingxiao pinched the area between his eyebrows, and he pressed a button. Suddenly, the top of the car came down.
Waves of wind went by, and Ning Xi became even more wilder. "You’re the strongest man. The horse galloping by like a storm, passing through a wide field of grass…"
Lu Jingli said, "A soul of a singer has been born. Bro Xi, have you ever considered being a singer?"
Jiang Muye could not stand it anymore. "Hey! Be more careful! What if journalists took our picture?!"
Ning Xi sobered up a little. "Driver, close it up! Close it up!"
Lu Tingxiao looked at the girl dotingly. "It’s alright, there are no journalists around."
