"That's my car. Why are you inviting people without my permission?" Qian Meng turned to him coyly and said nothing.
"The two of you match. You look great together," the man said in an open attempt to butter them up.
They looked down simultaneously and frowned.
"I look like an egg yolk," Mo Qingchen grumbled. The man choked on his breath.
'Sir, can you kindly give a warning before dropping a bomb? Aren't you also implying that she looks like egg yolk?'
"What's your name?" she asked, feeling a taste of sourness in her mouth.
"Jiang Da," he answered immediately. Mo Qingchen turned to look at the man before walking over to his side.
"Get in," he barked. Qian Meng pointed at the man to get into the back seat. When he did, she opened the passenger's side door and slid in.
Inside, Jiang Da had scooted to the other side to make space for Qian Meng. In the driver's seat, Mo Qingchen was internally daring Yun Qian Meng to sit in the backseat and treat him like a chauffeur.
