Song Xi could barely suppress a laugh.
He was clearly still holding a grudge about what happened at the dinner earlier.
"You didn't exactly act like you knew me either," Song Xi retorted.
"What if I had told everyone right then and there that you were my wife?"
Song Xi paused, then forced a smile. "Stop joking around."
"..."
A long silence followed. Feeling that the atmosphere had turned strange, Song Xi took the initiative to ease the tension. "So many people were bothering you at the table earlier—did you even get enough to eat?"
"It was alright."
"Do you want to go grab a late-night snack together?"
"Why not just head home and eat you instead?"
Blushing a deep shade of red, Song Xi glared at him. "Can you be serious for once?"
"I can't be serious when I'm around you."
***
Night fell.
It started snowing again, the flakes drifting down in thick, swirling clusters.
Inside the car, Huang Liuer watched the snow falling against the black glass roof, but she had no time to admire the view; she was too busy looking after Zhou Song.
"Ugh..." Zhou Song gagged.
Huang Liuer hurriedly clapped a hand over his mouth.
This was a Maybach provided by Song Xi’s grandmother. If he actually threw up and made a mess, the cleaning fee would cost a fortune.
Huang Liuer whispered a warning.
"Hold it in. Don't you dare vomit."
"We’re almost there."
"Hold it! Just hold it in!!"
With his mouth covered, Zhou Song blinked innocently, letting out another "Ugh..."
Even the driver couldn't take it anymo…
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