This isn't right, is it?
"Uncle?"
When Lin Li tried calling again and saw Chen Zhongping's face become serious when he looked at him, possibly even glaring, Lin Li understood.
The Chen Family probably inherited the art of face-changing.
But it's understandable; he brought it on himself. Can't blame Old Chen for not having a good attitude towards him.
Since being 'targeted', Lin Li quietly scrolled through his phone all the way, responding occasionally when the two girls behind him spoke.
Every time he spoke, Lin Li felt the gaze from the front seat.
So many witty remarks had to be swallowed regretfully.
Next time, he should ensure the surroundings are safe before messing around, Lin Li regrets his recent long-winded speech.
Bai Bufan's house is quite far; after more than half an hour, the car finally arrived at his apartment block.
"Lin Li: @Bai Bufan, we're downstairs. Where are you?"
Seeing no one at the first floor, Lin Li sent a message in the group.
