At this moment, this stumbling block had already sat in the car.
After closing the car door, the two naturally held hands.
He Ci sat in the passenger seat, feeling conflicted.
He felt like he was just a greeter, currently escorting a newlywed couple to an upper-class dinner, and the upcoming drama would probably involve this newlywed couple getting upset over jealousy and other famous emotions, pressing some domineering CEO button to raise the partition, and the two in the back seat passionately making out...
"I hope you're just holding hands; this car doesn't have a partition," he suddenly said.
Yu Xia stared at the back of his head with a strange look for a few seconds.
"He, you really haven't been infected by Mei, watching too many silly romantic dramas?"
What a comparison, it was really just holding hands, but now it feels awkward.
She glanced at Xie Qingci, oh, she was the only one feeling awkward.
He Ci didn't avert his gaze: "I'm just kindly reminding you."
