"Really," Fu Lanshen nodded slightly and then leaned his head in shamelessly, "Don't believe me? Want to check?"
Mu Qingli said with a look of disgust, "Please keep your pig head a little further away; it's blocking my signal."
Before Fu Lanshen could react, Mu Qingli reached out and closed the car door.
With a "click," she shut Fu Lanshen out of the car.
Fu Lanshen wasn't mad. He walked over naturally to the driver's side, pulled open the door, and sat down.
Mu Qingli smoothly turned on the car's music player, and in an instant, smooth music started playing.
"Old Fu." Mu Qingli then spoke up.
"What's up?" Fu Lanshen glanced back at her while keeping an eye on the road.
Mu Qingli continued, "Do you know how many harmful substances are in cigarettes?"
"Hmm?" Fu Lanshen made a sound from deep in his throat.
Mu Qingli leaned back in her seat and took off her small leather boots, propping her bare feet up on the dashboard in front of her.