"Uncle, Help!"

The people in the car looked at each other. None of them were willing to wake up the sleeping beauty. Silence filled the car until Zhao Yang sighed. 

"I'll wake her up." The young man dismissed his hologram screen and turned his body to the left. His sudden statement startled the others. 

"Uncle, don't! What if you die– " Zhao Yun tried to stop Zhao Yang, but the man only shook his head. 

"Don't exaggerate things. It's not that bad." Zhao Yang rubbed his palms with a stoic expression before stretching his right hand. 

The man slowly approached Lai Jiayi's face, making the others hold their breath. All of them stared at Zhao Yang, waiting for what he's going to do. 

Would he slap Lai Jiayi? Punch her face? Pull her hair or…

GYUT. 

Zhao Yang suddenly pinched Lai Jiayi's nose. 

Others: (」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣ whaaaat?? 

Why...he pinches her nose?!