Feng Huaijin glanced at it, sitting in the driver's seat, looking playfully at that mosquito repellent patch.
Su Li was chatting happily with that senior sister, completely unaware of Feng Huaijin in the car.
A cold gleam rose in Feng Huaijin's eyes as he muttered to himself, "Feng Ciye..."
His jade-white right thumb and forefinger pinched the mosquito patch, fingers turning white, and with a crisp crack, it burst on the spot.
Feng Huaijin opened the car window, letting the powder spill from his fingertips, disappearing into the air.
Feng Huaijin took out his phone and sent a message to a phone number:
[Feng Huaijin: Feng Ciye, next time you stick a GPS tracker, remember to pick a better spot.]
[Feng Ciye: Sure ^_^]
He admitted it quite readily.
Feng Huaijin chuckled coldly and looked up again at Su Li, who was chatting mysteriously with the senior sister, smiling helplessly.
Did that fool Su Li really think a mosquito patch could piss him off like that?
