Lin Nianhe leaned against the window, watching Li Dahe's face that looked like he was itching to punch someone, and shrank her head back guiltily.
If Su Yuncheng weren't around, she wouldn't mind taking a couple of kicks—it would just be respecting the elderly.
But now, she needed to maintain a good image.
It seems that Uncle Team Leader would have to suffer instead.
Lin Nianhe pressed her hands together and silently prayed—hopefully, no one would be blind enough to bother Uncle Team Leader at this time, it wasn't her fault if they got kicked.
Just as she was thinking this, a commotion erupted outside.
Lin Nianhe heard it very clearly—it was... Zhao Zhuangshi's voice.
"Damn, where did this little car come from? Looks way more impressive than a tractor, where's the driver? Take us for a ride, will you?"
Hearing Zhao Zhuangshi's voice, Lin Nianhe mourned for him in her heart for three seconds.
