Does this woman think the bus is more comfortable to ride than his luxury car? If she's not doing it on purpose, she must be out of her mind.
Sheng Jianan glanced at Tang Yanqi, his tone chilly: "Tang Yanqi, are you a pig? The bus is comfortable?"
"Convenient."
"Convenient? Walking five kilometers to get on, moving at a turtle's pace, Tang Yanqi, are you that idle?"
"Not too bad, not busy."
"You..."
Sheng Jianan couldn't believe Tang Yanqi didn't catch the sarcasm in his words, yet she remained so calm. Sheng Jianan glared fiercely at Tang Yanqi, stomped the gas pedal, and the car sped away.
Finally, Sheng Jianan's car came to a steady stop at the side gate of K University. This gate was relatively hidden, and Sheng Jianan's car parked behind a large tree. After confirming no one was around, Tang Yanqi unbuckled her seatbelt and said to Sheng Jianan, "Thank you for your effort, Mr. Sheng."