Meng Lang was driving, glancing at Yan Weiwei who sat in the passenger seat with a dark face.
"Ahem! Actually, it's understandable why the old man did this..."
Before he could finish, Yan Weiwei, who had nowhere to vent her anger, snapped back.
"Understand what? You understand nothing. You don't even know the situation, nor how insidious and shameless that guy is!"
Meng Lang thought to himself, heh! I know a lot more than you do.
I even know what you're planning to do next...
Of course, he couldn't say this out loud.
With Yan Weiwei's personality, if she found out he knew, she might just get so embarrassed and angry she'd silence him right there...
"How dare he joke about something like this. Does he know I've been crying these past two days... I should have hit him harder just now; should have made him stay in the hospital a few more days!"
Clearly still fuming, Yan Weiwei gritted her teeth.
