"That's perfect, it's not convenient to take the bus here, and now it's dark. I wouldn't be at ease if she went back alone. It's perfect if my brother can give her a ride home," Ouyang Yifeng said.
Ye Anhao, eager to avoid Ouyang Che, didn't even think before refusing, "No need for the trouble, actually the bus stop isn't far from here. Taking the bus home is just fine."
"Taking the bus takes too much time, and besides, at this time, there's no guarantee there'll be a seat. It's no trouble for my brother; it's on his way," Ouyang Yifeng half-joked upon seeing Ye Anhao's frown, "Are you afraid of my brother or what?"
Feeling a bit annoyed as her sore spot was touched, Ye Anhao responded, "Who said I'm afraid?"
"If you're not afraid, then don't react so strongly. If you're not scared, then what difference does it make if you take my brother's car?" Ouyang Yifeng laughed.
