Xiao Yixing heard this, his gaze lightly swept over that black bag, fell silent for a moment, and finally left a remark:
"I can do without it."
Huo Qi: "...??"
He looked utterly confused, unsure of what he meant by that, while Xiao Yixing clearly had no intention of explaining. He simply started the car and drove away.
Huo Qi looked at him with a subtle expression:
"Don't push your luck."
Xiao Yixing didn't even glance at him: "Who's pushing their luck?"
Huo Qi: "...!"
The more they talked, the more muddled the topic became. It seemed like they weren't even speaking the same language.
Finally, he said wistfully: "I know you quite like me. If you beg me next time, I might consider buying it. I hope you don't fail to appreciate my kindness."
Xiao Yixing: "Or else?"
Huo Qi: "Or else, this young master will kneel down and beg you."
Xiao Yixing: "..."
