Li Xiaobao was full of embarrassment and asked again: "I'm afraid you won't believe me if I tell you."
"If you don't tell me, how do you know I won't be happy!" Cao Qingqing stood with her hands on her hips, glaring coldly at Li Xiaobao.
"Traffic jam!" Li Xiaobao responded bluntly.
"What?" Cao Qingqing was taken aback. This kid's hesitant manner just now seemed as if he had been assaulted or something, and now he brought up a traffic jam excuse, leaving Cao Qingqing a bit at a loss.
Li Xiaobao shook his head and said: "See, I knew you wouldn't believe me even if I told you!"
"What time is it now, there's still a traffic jam? You're fooling ghosts!" Cao Qingqing was nowhere near believing him.
"Fine, don't believe it then. Or you might as well shoot me, I won't say you did it." Li Xiaobao's face was full of seriousness, speaking as if it were true, even Li Xiaobao himself admired his own mouth.
