"You... you...!"
"Don't be so angry. If I'd known treating us to a meal would hurt you so much, we wouldn't have come."
"Don't get complacent too soon!"
"It's evening now, and Yijun is with me, so I'll be smug whenever I like. If there's nothing else, I'm going to hang up. I'm sitting in the passenger seat, and your constant chatter is distracting Yijun while he's driving."
Song Kaiming was startled: "You have it on speaker?"
"Of course." The car is so quiet, you're yelling so loud, even without speakerphone, Jing Yijun can hear you just fine.
Slam!
Song Kaiming hung up.
Jing Yijun glanced at Song Lingling without speaking.
Song Lingling smiled at him, "They're so funny, inviting us for dinner and expecting us to pay."
The calls were from Song Kaiming, he was the one who kept calling, not us wanting to have dinner with him.
