Lin Junyang was getting irritated, so he grabbed Xiao Xiao with one hand and pushed An Ran towards his car with the other, "Let's go quickly, don't listen to him. Sitting in his poop-yellow car, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat your meal when you get back."
Jing Xiangyang was hopping mad behind the three of them, "Lin Junyang, damn it! Is that poop-yellow? That's rich gold, rich gold!!"
A summer breeze blew through, carrying the scent of flowers, but it couldn't mask Jing Xiangyang's desolation inside; had he just been collectively disliked by the three of them?
When he saw Lin Junyang holding Xiao Xiao's small hand, that paw looked increasingly annoying to Jing Xiangyang, who couldn't resist rushing up to the trio and getting into the car when they started the engine.
Lin Junyang looked at the man climbing into the front passenger seat, wishing he could kick him out, "What are you following us for?"
