I support your departure

In her heart, Xu Anran was both angry and anxious. She reached out her hand to take away the newspaper in front of him.

"It's not good to read the newspapers in the car. It hurts my eyes!" Xu Anran raised her chin, looking at the road in front of him, looking left and right, she just didn't look at Guan Jingyi's eyes.

"Oh? Would it be okay to look at the phone in the car? Not only do you want to chat with me, you even want to insult me? " Guan Jingyi's tone was indifferent, "Stupid and hard stone in the latrine. An An, to think that you've learned a few of the Beijing language profanities in the past few years. How can you not learn?!

Xu Anran looked at Guan Jingyi in disbelief, pointing at his nose, she bellowed: "You old scholar! You... How can you peek at their privacy! "

Guan Jingyi even lectured people with the style of an old scholar, square and square.