Rong Yan leaned weakly in her seat, and if it weren't for the seat supporting her, she might have helplessly collapsed on the ground.
Compared to her, Li Shengxiao was much more clear-headed and in good spirits. His handsome face showed a good mood as he restarted the car and said in a low voice, "Yanyan, don't play with fire on the road next time."
Otherwise, he might not restrain himself like he did this time and take her to eat sour and spicy noodles instead of turning to take her to a hotel.
Rong Yan was still catching her breath and, although her ears burned, she had no energy left to argue.
The car soon arrived in front of Huangji Sour and Spicy Noodles.
It was noon, and between the towering buildings, the food street was bustling with people, many students and nearby office workers coming here for a meal. As the most economical and delicious noodle shop on the street, it was naturally very busy.
