Hearing Chen Hao mentioning his desire to seek the Old Man of the Moon's blessing for their marriage, the driver anxiously turned to look at Chen Hao, his brows tightly furrowed as he said, "Young man, didn't I just tell you? Once you make that vow, you can't go back on it in the future! Why do you still want to go?"
Chen Hao turned to look at Ye Yuqiao, who looked as beautiful as if she'd stepped right out of a painting, and smiled, "With such a pretty girl, how could I ever regret it in the future? It's her I don't trust. I'm afraid she might find me ugly or too poor and back out."
"You're such a tease!" Ye Yuqiao's soft rebuke immediately rang in Chen Hao's mind.
Seeing through the rearview mirror that Chen Hao and Ye Yuqiao were making eyes at each other, each wearing a light smile, the driver finally realized Chen Hao was joking and complained, "Young man, so you were just pulling my leg. And here I was, worried about you two."