An Ning, with a sore back and aching spine, was moved to tears at the sight of the luxury car and Uncle. "Uncle, do you have any idea that you're like timely rain!"
Yu Jingchen curled up a smile. "Then why don't you hop in quickly?"
"Oh..." An Ning ran up and got into the car.
With such close contact, Yu Jingchen clearly saw the exhaustion on her face. "You look so worn out, tonight I really don't have the heart to lay a hand on you."
An Ning laughed. "Hehe, it seems like this is a very good excuse to reject you."
"Bullshit," Yu Jingchen cursed resentfully.
"Hehe..." Her smile was radiant.
She then began to recount to Yu Jingchen the strange and almost terrifying expressions on everyone's faces when she completed her work.
By the end, she was especially happy. "Uncle, you have no idea how accomplished I felt at that moment. They clearly intended to mess with me, but I wasn't tripped up by them..."