"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The car window was suddenly knocked on.
Qiao Chengxun turned his head abruptly, a pair of slender jade hands were beating on the window.
As he rolled down the window and looked up, his gaze locked onto the girl's slightly pale round face.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Give me back my cell phone," she demanded.
After she finished speaking, she reached out her hand directly to him.
Qiao Chengxun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "I will return it to you later."
The girl refused to compromise, her eyes reddening as she said, "I want it now, give it back to me!"
Qiao Chengxun, pressed for time, did not want to get entangled with her and rolled up the window directly.
Seeing this, Wen Meimei reached out her hand and jammed the window.
"Ah," the girl cried out in pain, reflexively pulling her hand back, but it was a moment too late.
