It was Chu Chengfeng's car.
What was this guy doing here instead of staying at the billiard hall?
Sure enough, the car door opened.
Chu Chengfeng swaggered out of his car and quickly walked over to their vehicle.
Qin Yize gave him an icy stare as he wound up the window, expressionless.
Even with his thick skin, Chu Chengfeng couldn't help but shiver.
He chuckled dryly and waved at Qin Yize, "Good morning."
Qiaoqiao couldn't help but laugh.
Good morning indeed.
Qin Yize continued to stare fixedly at Chu Chengfeng, then suddenly a hint of a cold smile appeared on his lips, and the all-too-familiar Chu Chengfeng had an ominous feeling.
Qin Yize was truly angry.
He turned to run away.
But he hadn't expected Qin Yize to be faster; his left hand suddenly shot out, his strong palm grabbing onto Chu Chengfeng's shirt collar in one go.