"What do you mean?" Lin Chuan asked curiously.
"I just want to tell you that this matter indeed has something to do with Tang Yumeng." Zhang Wenhui smiled and said, "If you want to know more, get in the car, if not, feel free to leave."
Lin Chuan was stunned there; Zhang Wenhui had already climbed into the driver's seat.
Just as Zhang Wenhui was about to drive away, Lin Chuan immediately pulled open the car door and climbed in. Song Xiaojia exclaimed, "Lin Chuan, you... don't sit so close to me."
The two squeezed into the back seat, which was already cramped, yet Lin Chuan deliberately moved closer to Song Xiaojia, forcing her to keep shifting towards the window. Lin Chuan chuckled, "Officer Song, it's so cold now, squeezing together makes it warmer."
"Who wants to squeeze with you?" Song Xiaojia retorted.
"There are only the two of us in this backseat." Lin Chuan laughed out loud.
