Liang Feng immediately shot him a sideways look: "Tsk... Why can't you take a compliment? I just praised you and you're already lost!"
Zhang Jingdong glanced at the rear-view mirror again: "Just a friendly reminder: I actually only like to hear good things, not bad ones. The more you praise me, the better I perform; the more you scold me, the more I'll show you I can be even worse!"
"You seriously have issues!"
"Not lying, in half a month I'll have my official certification of being mentally ill, then I can do whatever I want. So, you'd better be careful."
"You... I can't even deal with you!"
Liang Feng then quickly finished another grilled fish and said: "Stop the car!"
Zhang Jingdong chuckled and shook his head: "You just finished eating, how can you drive immediately? Rest for another ten minutes!"
"No need, hurry up!"
Zhang Jingdong was firm as well: "If I say to rest, you rest!"
