The driver listening to the commotion behind kept twitching at the corner of his eyes, trying hard not to burst into laughter.
Fu Nancheng slowly closed the notebook, looked at her and said calmly, "You forgot thirteen points in total, write them out thirteen hundred times."
Qiao Mo's eyes were misty, softly she said, "Fu Nancheng… writing so many times will make my hand sore…"
"A thousand times."
Thirty-five points to be copied a thousand times, who knows if she can finish in a month!
Qiao Mo drooped her head, somewhat listless.
A thousand times… her hand might cramp…
Seeing her reaction, his lips curved into a slight smirk, his gaze full of affection.
Putting down the partition in the car, he directly pulled her over onto his lap: "Don't want to write?"
Seeing him lower the partition, Qiao Mo grew a bit cautious.
Sure enough, before she could speak, he kissed her little mouth again, capturing her lips.
"If you don't want to write, then let's kiss for a while."
