"Who wants you to be nice to me, I don't want you, hmph!"
Song Yunchi placed a hand on her head, soothing her like a fluffed-up cat, rubbing it twice: "Alright, alright, if you don't want it, then you don't want it."
Then he quietly muttered to himself, "I just need you."
After stuffing the unwilling Lu Meng into the car, Song Yunchi casually asked, "What's the address?"
Lu Meng gave him the address, then turned her head to look out the window, not wanting to talk to him.
At the red light, Song Yunchi leaned over and pinched her soft, chubby cheek, "Alright, don't be mad."
"I want to be mad!"
Lu Meng quickly turned her head, poking her tender finger at his chest, "You, a grown man, can't even fix a breakdown! Tell me, aren't you ashamed?"
"I..."
"When your girlfriend has a breakdown in the future, will you let her foolishly stand by the roadside alone to wait?"
"Of course I wouldn't..."
