Xiao Yixing heard this, his gaze lightly swept over that black bag, paused for a moment, and finally left a sentence:
"I don't have to use it."
Huo Qi: "...??"
He looked baffled, not understanding what Xiao meant, and Xiao Yixing obviously had no intention to explain, started the car, and drove off.
And Huo Qi watched him with a subtle expression:
"Don't push your luck."
Xiao Yixing didn't even look at him: "Who's pushing their luck?"
Huo Qi: "...!"
The more they talked, the more confusing it became, why does it always feel like they're not talking about the same thing?
Finally, he sighed: "I know you quite like me, if next time you ask me nicely, I might consider buying it, hope you won't be ungrateful."
Xiao Yixing: "Or else?"
Huo Qi: "Or else this young master will kneel and beg you."
Xiao Yixing: "..."
Huo Qi boasted shamelessly, he didn't notice when he went to buy those things, the shopkeeper looked as if he understood: "Young man, I get it."
Get what?
