The girl pouted her little mouth, snorted, and still got into his car.
Mo Yinhe drove the car himself, and the girl sat in the passenger seat, saying, "You're underage, do you have a driver's license? If you don't, I think they might send you to the police station here."
"It's okay, we'll just go to jail together then."
"If you're going to jail, go by yourself. I'm not interested. Just drop me off on the street, and I'll remember the favor for today and repay you later."
As she spoke, the girl took a chocolate out of her pocket, tore off the wrapper, split it in half, ate one, and handed the other half to Mo Yinhe.
"I don't want it, you eat it yourself."
Not only did Mo Yinhe not drop the girl off on the street at random, he drove straight back home instead.
After he got out of the car, he opened the passenger door and said, "Get out, come to my house for a bit."
The girl got out of the car and looked around inquisitively.
