Every time Mengcheng thought about it, his heart skipped a beat. He hurried downstairs, got into the car, and drove off in one fluid motion without a moment of hesitation. Mengying, even if she had run, wouldn't have been able to catch up. Wang Qiuhe, who had witnessed the whole scene from the car, was very pleased to see Mengying at a disadvantage.
At that moment, Wang Qiuhe was sitting in the front passenger seat, chewing gum with a cocky demeanor that, combined with her explosive hairstyle, was simply an eyesore to Mengcheng—not to mention her thick black eyeshadow and nail polish. The girl in front of him also seemed quite unruly, which made him worry for Zhenzhen.
But Qiuhe's personality did differ somewhat from her appearance. Seeing the car driving away, she said, "Brother Mengcheng, why are you so against bringing Mengying along?"