Two Idiots

Feng Pei couldn't help but let out a breath. "Then... shall we set off now?"

Song Yaoyao turned the trike around. "Okay."

Her voice was obedient and soft as the trike started chugging along.

As the cool sea breeze blew, the white feather dream catcher on the right gently floated.

The audience:

"Hahahaha, I'm f*cking laughing my head off! What kind of magical combination is this!"

"They are not fated. This is all because he spent money."

"Pei Pei is like a little tiger cub today."

"I'm dying from laughter, what kind of treasure is this? Haha! The money-grubber image is too cute!"

"God, how are they fated? Her fate is with the money!"

"Pitiful Pei, when he watched the cameraman pull out the notes, his expression was absolutely dumbfounded! Hahahaha, f*ck. Please debut, Little Miss. You are perfect for variety!"