Jiang Hao saw Shen Yaoyao waving at them from a distance, and the car stopped steadily in front of Shen Yaoyao.
As soon as Shen Yaoyao got into the car, she started talking nonstop. Jiang Hao replied impatiently, "You sure talk a lot."
He glanced at the rearview mirror at Mu Bingtong, who was seriously listening to her talking, with a smile on her lips, which was her habitual action. No matter how bitter or tired, her lips would always smile, just like three years ago, when she cried heart-wrenchingly alone but when they found her, her face was full of tear stains, a smile on her lips, tightly pursed, showing two dimples, making anyone who saw her feel heartache.
"We're going to Qian Family Fish Fire."
"Fish again?" Jiang Hao sighed helplessly, "Shen Yaoyao, are you doing this on purpose?"
"How can you think of me that way?!"
