Losing One's Balance
Although the armrest had already been lowered, Yun Qingqing couldn't see what was happening behind the driver's seat, but she still felt quite bashful.
She exerted all her strength to push Sheng Ting away with both hands, but he remained unmoved.
Wanting to bite Sheng Ting to make him let go, Yun Qingqing wasn't a match for him. In the end, it was her lips that got bitten, and swollen badly.
Pointing at Sheng Ting, she angrily exclaimed, "You jerk, how dare you refuse Sheng Ge on my behalf?"
With his arms crossed in front of him, Sheng Ting wore a cold and indifferent expression. "You want to add him on WeChat?"
"Of course, who wouldn't want to add their idol on WeChat?" After her fierce retort, as if she suddenly remembered something, Yun Qingqing urgently continued, "Give me your phone."
Sheng Ting was Sheng Ge's seventh uncle, and he had his contact information. His slightly chilly hand captured her chin, and his gaze bore into her like it was encased in thick ice.