C141 Qiao Yue

"Alright, there's no rush. Anyway, it's not my fault if we're stuck in a traffic jam later, because don't make me angry." Chen An'an quickly cut off all connections and sat on the sofa. She switched on the TV.

"Tch, you make it sound like I have a bad temper." Tong Zijia rolled her eyes at Chen An'an.

Chen An'an couldn't be bothered to retort as well