Ling Yanchen: "..."
I'd love to, but I can't run away! What can I do? I'm desperate here.
Ling Yanchen looked at himself surrounded by nearly ten grinning teenagers, feeling like he wanted to cry but had no tears.
The last time he tried to flirt with a married woman, her Ancient Martial Artist husband chased him across an entire province, but it never reached a point where he was cornered by ten cars.
I'm going to die, I'm going to die.
Ling Yanchen swallowed hard and sighed, "No more running, no more running—can't run."
Feng Huaijin said indifferently, "I crashed your car, gotta compensate."
Ling Yanchen shook his head frantically, on the verge of tears, "No need for compensation, I don't want compensation."
Ling Yanchen climbed out of the car, not daring to look at Su Li and Feng Huaijin.
Originally thought this chick was a fragile little girl, but all crows under heaven are black; how bad could it be when mixed with Feng Huaijin?
