Xin Huohuo was almost amused by him, and her heart softened a little.
Yan Huo was right. By some miracle, nothing had happened to her, so she should be magnanimous and let it go.
So, she slapped the hand gripping her wrist. "If you have something to say, get in the car and say it. What are you doing just hanging there?"
Yan Huo was overjoyed. Though he looked like a tall young man, he suddenly coiled his body and slipped smoothly through the car window, plopping into the passenger seat with a fawning expression.
"Miss Lei, I'm fine. You head back first. I'll bring you some Hubei sweet rice cakes tonight. Xiaoxue's family is from Wuhan, and she makes them herself. The taste is absolutely authentic, you can't buy them anywhere else." Xin Huohuo waved to the old woman first.
Yan Huo, this walking disaster, hadn't had his fill of trouble yet, but his gluttonous heart was already stirring. The sound of him swallowing his saliva was clearly audible.
