In the car's rearview mirror, Zhang Lingchuan saw Old Song's eyebrows twitch a few times and quickly whispered to Song Wanqing.
Can you imagine holding hands with someone's daughter right in front of her dad? It's like being ants on a hot pan.
"There's no misunderstanding! But as a man, you need to take responsibility. While doing certain things, keep responsibility in mind! Also, return the red envelope I gave you last time, understand, Xiaozhang!"
Song Wenqing had a full head of black lines.
He didn't know what surprise his daughter was talking about.
But through his intuition, he had basically predicted it.
It must be that!
So, some things he had to say upfront.
Thus, all the way to the airport, Zhang Lingchuan felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
As for Song Wanqing, her mood was very relaxed, as if nothing had happened in the car just now.
