"Brother, drive faster, I still have a meeting this morning."
Sitting in the car, Shi Keke was putting on makeup while urging the man beside her.
Shi Mei held the steering wheel with both hands, elegantly turned it, glanced at her sideways, and said with implied meaning, "Throw everything out and I'll drive faster."
"You mean this?" Shi Keke pointed to the makeup bag in front of her.
"Yes." Shi Mei responded coldly.
"I'm not throwing it." Shi Keke said, "These makeup products are my recent purchases, the LK Supreme Edition, costs twelve thousand at the counter. I don't want to waste good stuff."
"I told you to throw it, so just throw it, why argue." Shi Mei freed a hand from the steering wheel, grabbed the makeup bag from her lap, and tossed it out of the car without hesitation.
