"Probably just saw it wrong. How could Young Master Jun be here now?" The person shook his head and walked away.
Ye Ranran didn't ask Jun Mochan why he appeared so timely. This was his territory, and if he wanted to know something, he always had a way.
She had drunk some red wine, feeling a bit drowsy, and rested her elbow on the window, supporting her head with her hand.
Her face was flushed, her expression dreamy.
Jun Mochan handed her a bottle of water, "Have a sip."
Ye Ranran took it but didn't hold it steady, so it fell to the ground. When she bent to retrieve it, she forgot the seatbelt around her waist and got bounced back into the seat.
Her face twisted a bit.
Jun Mochan chuckled softly; it was rare to see her in such a bewildered state. Nowadays, she was overly sharp.
"What are you laughing at? Aren't you going to pick it up for me?" Ye Ranran glared at him.
Jun Mochan parked the car by the roadside, unbuckled his seatbelt, picked up the water, and opened the cap.
