Nan Qiao sat in Li Yehan's car, and before she could speak, Li Yehan buckled her seatbelt for her.
"Li Yehan, he's still a friend of mine, part of my family. Was what you did today really necessary?"
"Qiaoqiao, don't be mad, Lan Qingran won't be either. He's now my rival in love, which has nothing to do with being your relative. He covets you, and the fact that I haven't driven him out of Jing City shows I've already been more than generous."
Nan Qiao: "..."
Nan Qiao turned her head and thought about it, this was indeed in line with Li Yehan's way of doing things.
But Lan Qingran was her friend.
"I've made things clear to him, so don't worry too much about it. Li Yehan, could it be that you're just jealous?"
Li Yehan leaned closer and kissed her lips, looking at her with eyes full of love: "More than just a vat of vinegar, it's like I've knocked over a vinegar factory."
Nan Qiao couldn't help but laugh and push him: "Just drive."