Song Yi glanced at Tang Si and, in a daze, felt that the smile on his face was fake.
His peach blossom eyes curved slightly, possessing a soul-stirring power when he smiled, or perhaps it was just her illusion, Song Yi thought.
She snorted lightly, retorting directly, "Do you have any advantage I can take? You shameless old man."
Tang Si heard this, chuckled, and turned the steering wheel, veering off the overpass at an exit: "No, I don't."
"Where are you driving? My place isn't over here." Song Yi realized that Tang Si had taken the car off the overpass, and after all, the overpass led directly to her apartment.
"Mm," Tang Si replied, his eyes still looking ahead, seemingly indifferent: "Just going to that shop over there to buy some cigarettes."
Hearing this, Song Yi's lips curled with sarcasm, and she sneered, "Can't die from smoking."
Such a heavy smoking habit.
