She lay there without moving a muscle, letting out a few shameless, disgruntled snorts. "You're really something, huh. I don't want my car wobbling all over the street. Just because you don't want your face, doesn't mean I don't want mine. Isn't the driver's life a life too?"
Driver: "..."
He hadn't even said a word yet, how did he suddenly become part of their play?
Mo Tingshen couldn't win against her. If he kept arguing, he really wouldn't know where to put his old face.
"You really aren't drunk?"
Chu Yao's gaze was as firm as someone joining the Party. "Nope!"
Like hell he'd believe that.
"It's fine if I don't get in the car. If you feel unwell at any point, call me. I'll just follow behind."
Chu Yao gave him a shove and slammed the door shut.
"So noisy!"
