"Fu Yanci, you're so bad!"
When Ye Li received Fu Yanci's WeChat message, he was driving.
Glancing down, he caught sight of the girl's accusation.
Fu Yanci turned the steering wheel to the right and pulled the car over to the side of the road, "Tell me, what's bad?"
Ye Li: …
What could she say?
Say that he obviously handled the trouble for her, didn't take any credit for it, and even pretended like nothing happened and that he was out of the loop, watching her act?
Or say that it was a slip of the tongue, not that he was bad, but she was dumb?
Her gaze fixed on that one line of text on the screen, all her attention landing on that single word.
Ye Li's heartbeat turned chaotic.
She could all too well imagine what expression he wore at that moment.
His eyes surely held a laugh, his lips curled into a slight smile, yet his expression was utterly serious, as if he sincerely asked, "Ah Li, tell me, in what way am I bad!"