Tang Yanqi hadn't taken two steps when her wrist was grabbed: "Why are you running? Didn't you hear the old man's words just now? He wants us to go home."
"Oh."
She followed Sheng Jianan into the car, but after driving a short distance, Sheng Jianan pulled over again.
"What's wrong?"
The man looked ahead, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel: "Tang Yanqi, don't you still owe me a meal?"
"Hmm?"
"I remember you promised Young Master Sheng you'd have a meal with him that day, didn't you?"
Tang Yanqi felt embarrassed. How many days ago was that? How could he still remember? Besides, hadn't she already had a meal with him?
Tang Yanqi muttered softly. It would've been better if she hadn't spoken. As soon as she did, Young Master Sheng's face turned dark, and he looked at her with a sinister gaze, gritting his teeth: "How dare you mention it?"
