The car door closed. Yuan Shiyao instructed the driver in the front seat, "We can go."
A light rain had begun to fall outside. Worried it would get heavier and make the roads muddy and treacherous, the driver quickly started the car.
Outside, Qin Muye's face was twisted in anger. Cursing under his breath, he ducked into his own car and shot them a gesture that screamed, 'Just you wait. We'll see if I don't beat the crap out of you when we get there.'
Jiang Qingli said with a sigh, "Next time, just let Qin Muye in. He knows where to draw the line; he wouldn't have lost his temper in the car."
'If that guy had gotten in, the car would've been struck by lightning and blown to smithereens, right?'
'Jiang Qingli is just too kind, having so much patience for a brainless, pretty-boy meathead like that.'
The partition in the car rose, sealing them off in a quiet space with just the three of them.
