Hearing Chen Nan's blunt and direct words, Su Yue's face instantly showed a touch of annoyance: "Sex, sex, always about sex, aren't you afraid of dying on a woman?"
Chen Nan replied with a smile: "As the saying goes, dying under a peony flower be as romantic as a ghost, what is there to fear?"
"You jerk!" Su Yue glared at Chen Nan unhappily, and then stomped her high heels furiously as she walked outside.
Chen Nan quickly followed her, winking and teasing: "How about I only act like a jerk with you from now on?"
Hmph!
Su Yue snorted lightly, although she didn't say much, she was obviously less angry.
A moment later, the two arrived at the parking lot.
Su Yue expertly started the Porsche, and, with Chen Nan, left the hospital, driving along the bustling roads, weaving through the colorful neon lights.
An hour later.
Su Yue parked the car in front of a high-end private club.
