A Concussion

"Huh?" Nan Ge blinked and quickly waved her hand. "No, no, no. I-I was just joking!"

She had a strong desire to live. "Why don't I fly to Jiang City with you? When the time comes, get the driver to send me to school."

"Why bother?" Nan Zhe looked at the magazine and did not look up the entire time. His tone was indifferent and one could not tell if he was happy or angry. "Why waste those two hours? Just leave with Shen Yanqing and go straight to Huai City."

"When you arrive, ask him to send you back to school. Clean up the dormitory and rest early."

"…"

How could Nan Ge dare to agree? She kept feeling that her brother was being sarcastic. "No, no. It's not safe for me to go with him. I should go with you!"

"Not safe?"

"Why? Will you be hijacked if you take the same flight as Shen Yanqing?"

Nan Ge choked.