Little Sixth grinned innocently: "Sorry, Miss Mo, my driving skills have always been... less than stellar."
Mo Wenwan glared at him fiercely. The car sped along at breakneck speed, but before long, it suddenly screeched to a halt again. She wasn't seated properly and slammed hard into the front seat, this time hitting her head.
"Do you even know how to drive?!"
"Apologies, Miss Mo, it was a red light."
Mo Wenwan was fuming, practically half-dead with anger, and could only issue a threatening warning:
"Watch it, or I'll go complain to Brother Qing."
"Feel free, Miss Mo. But honestly, it's the first time I've seen someone as bold as you, throwing yourself at a married man. What an eye-opener."
"What the hell do you mean by that?! Stop the car, I'm getting out!"
Little Sixth smirked slightly.
