Gu Shaocheng tugged at the corners of his mouth in a vague smile: "What else?"
"Well, um," Hua Hua pondered thoughtfully, "He's the kind of person who's easy to push around. I can do whatever I want, but it's not always like that. When he doesn't want to be pushed around, I can't beat him."
Gu Shaocheng crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, took a couple of puffs, and then said, "Give me an example? When is he easy to push around, and when is he not?"
Hua Hua snatched the cigarette from his hand and threw it out the window.
"Brother, stop smoking, it's suffocating!"
Gu Shaocheng just glanced at him: "Don't distract me."
But the car had already reached the airport lawn and was ready to land. Hua Hua breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he'd narrowly escaped disaster, and immediately pushed open the car door and rushed out.
The conversation had to be interrupted.
