"Bu Yirong, are you trying to murder me and take my money?!"
"Buckle your seatbelt."
Faced with the enraged Su Bei, Bu Yirong repeated his earlier request.
"Not going to." Su Bei was full of anger, irritably saying, "If you have the guts, do it yourself."
As soon as she finished speaking, Bu Yirong stepped on the brake, stopping the car at the side of the road.
Su Bei was taken aback, and by the time she reacted, Bu Yirong had already opened the car door, hopped out, and was walking around to the back seat.
Su Bei stared at Bu Yirong's figure; when she finally came to her senses, the car door had been pulled open.
Su Bei glanced up to see Bu Yirong bending down, his head poking inside, his handsome face adorned with a gentle smile. He continued smiling as he said, "If you don't know how to buckle it, I can teach you."
Taking a deep breath, Su Bei suppressed half of the fury rising in her throat and glared at him, demanding, "Can you stop being so annoying?"
"Sure."
