Chu Junming frowned slightly.
Letting go of Qingling's hand, he said in a slightly deep voice, "Even if you owe me three billion, you can't act mischievously. Fasten your seatbelt."
"Who's being mischievous?"
Qingling was upset as she was let go of his hand, and looked at him unhappily.
As Chu Junming repeated, "Fasten your seatbelt," she finally lowered her head slowly.
Kicking into action tardily, she pulled the seatbelt over to fasten it.
After waiting for half a minute, Chu Junming calmed the emotions she had stirred up in him and looked down, only to see her struggling with the seatbelt.
He rubbed his forehead and reached over with his large hand to grab the seatbelt.
"Let me help you fasten it."
"Oh."
Qingling obediently let go this time without causing any more trouble.
After fastening her seatbelt, Chu Junming gently advised, "You can sleep now."
"When will you give me the money?"
Qingling closed her eyes for a few seconds, then suddenly opened them again.
