Zhao Qingge didn't answer the question, just nodded: "Let's go to the mall for a stroll."
With the destination set, the two of them paid the bill and left the restaurant.
[Zhao Qingge treated for dinner, spending 232 yuan, 43,528 yuan remaining until the lottery entry opens...]
You drive.
Alright.
And so Li Peifeng transformed into a driver, started the vehicle, merged into the main road, holding the steering wheel with his left hand, his right hand spread open, placed on the center console then clenched, spread open...
What are you doing? Zhao Qingge said coolly: Drive properly.
Not holding hands? That works too.
Li Peifeng, nonchalant, extended his right hand directly to the leg of Zhao Qingge wrapped in black silk.
...
Couldn't touch it, blocked by Old Zhao's hand.
