Low IQ Is Contagious

"The car's here."

Even though Yu Yuehan kept mocking her, he hadn't released the hand that was holding her.

Seeing that the chauffeur had driven the car over, he parted his lips slightly.

Hearing what he said, Nian Xiaomu's eyes darted around once.

A goddess is not petty. A wise man knows better than to fight when the odds are against him.

Of course, getting home was the top priority.

"Hey, hey, taking into account the sincerity of your invitation, I shall agree to have a ride in your car."

The moment she had finished speaking, she yanked away Yu Yuehan's hand and dashed towards the car, she opened the door and climbed in to settle down in her seat.

She turned her head towards the window. Yu Yuehan's regal figure could be seen moving unhurriedly in her direction.

The perfectly sculpted face was lowered slightly, seemingly thinking about something, and he had a solemn expression.