"Little miss, I see your boyfriend isn't bad, with a good attitude in admitting his mistake, just forgive him," the driver uncle said with a chuckle.
Yun Ya glared at him fiercely and complained sorrowfully, "Uncle, why do you only say nice things about him and not consider my perspective?"
"Hey, I'm just being fair. At worst, let him kneel on a washboard when you get back; that's what my wife does to me," he said with a laugh.
Yun Ya's eyes brightened, "That's not a bad idea, I'll try that when I get back."
Yan Song frowned and glared coldly at the driver, "If you don't speak, no one will take you for a mute."
The driver uncle shrank his neck; I was speaking on your behalf, and you're still so fierce. It's no wonder you've upset your girlfriend, you deserve it, hmph!
"By the way, where are you heading? To Qinglin Mountain again?"
Yan Song whispered in her ear, "I'm homeless now, seeking shelter."
