Liang Jiahao looked coldly at Qin Shanyuan in the rearview mirror and said nothing.
Qin Shanyuan blinked and waited for a moment. Seeing that Liang Jiahao didn't move to turn on the air conditioner or answer him, he weakly said to Han Yuanjun, "Uncle, um, please turn on the air conditioner. Jiaying's lips have turned pale from the cold..."
"Even if you turn on the air conditioner, she won't get warm right away." Han Yuanjun didn't turn around. If Qin Shanyuan weren't his nephew, he wouldn't have told him so much.
Qin Shanyuan still said stupidly, "But she'll get warm after a while."
Han Yuanjun suddenly turned around and said loudly to him. "Are you that stupid? She's so cold, don't you know how to hug her?"
Qin Shanyuan immediately fell silent.
How could he do that?
After being scolded by Han Yuanjun, Qin Shanyuan slowly turned around and looked at Liang Jiaying shyly.
