Han Zhan glanced at Han Xin with a raised eyebrow. "You do remember that I am older than you, right?" he said, trying to sound authoritative.
Han Xin's lips quirked into a smirk as he climbed into the vehicle. "Big brother, you can ride shotgun. Your little cousin is giving up the front seat for you," he teased, the playful glint in his eyes making Han Zhan's expression drop.
"...Seriously?" Han Zhan replied, flabbergasted at the nonchalant disregard for his seniority. He quickly added, "Then let me call Su Jing to sit with you guys. There is so much space for one more person."
It wasn't that Han Zhan wanted to be difficult. He knew that one less person in the car would mean a squeeze for the others, making the journey a little uncomfortable.
But his main reason was to separate these two so they wouldn't suffocate them with too much PDA. Han Xin on the other hand shut the door in his face.
