Song Yi squinted a little, suddenly looked at Tang Si and asked: "Can I ask you something?"
Tang Si's driving posture was lazy, yet it didn't make people feel insecure.
Whenever Song Yi asked like this, Tang Si knew that there wasn't something good waiting for him. He didn't shy away, just curved a light smile and glanced at Song Yi.
His voice especially deep and husky, "Sure, ask away."
"Do you like me because of my looks and figure?" The little woman's fox-like eyes curved in a smile, like a little fox waiting for an answer.
Tang Si didn't answer immediately but remained silent for quite some time.
Song Yi squinted her eyes again, "Is this question difficult to answer?"
Tang Si heard her words and chuckled softly, driving unhurriedly, his tone indifferent, "Not really."
A man like him always seemed unhurried and composed, even in the face of great adversity. Things seemed under control for him, as he appeared confident and prepared.
