"Close the windows, don't waste the air conditioning."
Meng Lulu, who was silent with her head down, spoke without any courtesy. The driver hadn't opened the windows, and his cigarette wasn't lit yet, although he was already holding the lighter. Clearly, her words were directed at Ye Tian.
"Secondhand smoke is bad for kids, and..."
"Then don't smoke!"
Who knew what she was so angry about. Wasn't she just sitting there obediently? Was that not enough for her?
As a faint machinery sound whirred, the windows closed, but the smoke in the car began to gradually spread, and He Ku was holding back, his little face turning red but he stubbornly didn't cough. He Ku was just saving face for Ye Tian; he could bear it, but Meng Lulu upfront couldn't take it anymore. The dark muzzle once again aimed at his forehead.
