Ye Yanning had no choice. She immediately opened the co-driver's door and sat in the car.

"Clean up, don't dirty my car." He threw a brand new blanket on her legs. His expression was somewhat unnatural until he turned his eyes away. Lu Chengxiao's cynicism about her remained unchanged. "Yeshi Group's Qianjin has no special car to pick up and deliver, and it has turned into a drowned chicken in rainy days, which is really an eye-opener for me."

"Dogs can't spit Ivory out of their mouths." She muttered softly, and the weak sound of mosquitoes still made him hear clearly.

He was neither itchy nor angry. He just reached...