He Chen fondly pinched her cheek, gave it a light tug, and raised his eyebrows mockingly, "Hesitant and cautious, looking before you leap, why haven't you grown at all?"
Yin Mo gripped the steering wheel a bit harder, turned her face away to dodge He Chen's hand, and said indifferently, "It has nothing to do with growing, I'm not you, I have no worries for the future."
He Chen scoffed, resting his hands behind his head, taking a drag on his cigarette and said lazily, "Don't make excuses for your incompetence. At this rate, you might as well give in to Xiao Yehui and content yourself with being his lapdog."
"There's no need for you to speak so unpleasantly." Yin Mo ground out the words through clenched teeth, giving He Chen a sidelong glare filled with displeasure, "I'm not his lapdog!"
He Chen lifted his brows in amusement, the cigarette dangling from his lips as he spoke unclearly, "Offended by that, are you? What kind of mental toughness is this."
Yin Mo: "..."
