With one hand on the steering wheel, Li Yuntang took out his phone to check the traffic conditions, and casually glanced at the current temperature.
"I originally planned to take you to the night market at West Port, but before that, it might be better to find a store to change clothes."
"Now?" Yan Xiaye's long eyelashes trembled, hiding emotions she was struggling to conceal in her eyes: "Just the two of us?"
"Yes."
Li Yuntang put away his phone and stepped on the accelerator, smirking at Yan Xiaye: "Don't you dislike other people tagging along?"
"It's not about what I like or dislike..." Yan Xiaye looked back at the empty parking lot, suddenly recalling how Li Yuntang got injured last time, and quickly declined: "Actually, having more people isn't a bad thing, at least it's lively."
Li Yuntang shook his head in disregard, confidently assessing: "I actually think it's not good."
"Eh?" Yan Xiaye asked, utterly confused: "Why?"
