Leng Youchen silently walked to Wei Anning's side, reached out, picked up the suitcase in her hand, and placed it into the trunk. Seeing her still standing there, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Get in."
Wei Anning didn't act coy. She pulled open the backseat door, preparing to get in, but was stopped by a firm arm. With a "bang," the backseat door slammed shut. He opened the passenger door instead, his gaze fixed steadily on her.
Wei Anning felt a chill in her heart under his stare. She had no choice but to bend down and get into the passenger seat, pulling the seatbelt to secure it, yet no matter how she tried, it wouldn't fit into the slot.
Leng Youchen got into the car, gave her a glance, and said blandly, "Wrong hole."
A distracted Wei Anning looked at him in confusion, "What?"
