"Qian, wait for me~"
At the entrance of the Flower Market, Yu Minglang was carrying an empty cage, quickly following Qian.
Qian absolutely couldn't stay in this place for another second; she needed to find a place to wash her hands quickly. The thought of a rat once squatting on her hands inexplicably irritated her!
"Yu Minglang! From now on, don't talk to me for five minutes!"
Treasure life, stay away from Yu Xiaoqiang!
Yu Minglang followed Qian pitifully, silently driving, not daring to speak to her, and glanced at Qian with the corner of his eye. To express her anger, she didn't sit in the passenger seat but ran to the back seat.
Sigh, if an engaged man's passenger seat isn't occupied by his wife, it feels so empty inside.
