Still. Not. Talking.

Jun Linyuan had destroyed his own carriage and Feng's carriage was the only one left.

After the two teenagers got in, Feng stood behind the carriage and sighed.

That was the only carriage they had now. Destroy this one and everyone would have to walk.

Sigh. The crown prince was the heir born to inherit the entire empire… He had been as disciplined as an eighty-year-old since he was little. Never had Feng expected that Jun Linyuan would lose control like everyone else when he was around a girl he liked.

Well, that was what teenagers were supposed to be like. Crossing his hands behind his back, Feng beamed.

Inside the carriage, neither Feng Wu nor Jun Linyuan would look at the other and it was very awkward.

Jun Linyuan then stared at Feng Wu, but Feng Wu turned to look the other way.

She refused to talk to him!