Gu Chen stood at the door, dumbfounded.
Lu Wei nearly failed to maintain his suave, refined smile…
Fan Youchen shot forward like a cannonball, hurtling toward the front seats.
Zhu Yong, sitting in the first row by the window, quickly reached out a helpful hand and grabbed him hard.
Otherwise, Fan Youchen, the human cannonball, would have likely smashed right into the driver, Xiao Wu, at the wheel.
Everyone's lips twitched. The atmosphere in the vehicle suddenly became incredibly… awkward and tense.
Gu Chen had been about to laugh, but one look at his girlfriend's thunderous expression had him quickly wiping the smile off his face and schooling his features into a serious look.
Lu Wei coughed twice and quickly turned his head aside.
Fan Youchen, nearly sent flying, was yanked back by Zhu Yong only to stumble into a 360-degree spin, almost landing right in Housekeeper Youen's lap.
With quick reflexes, Housekeeper Youen shoved him into an empty seat nearby.
