Wu Mengting gave him a deep look, silently opened the car door, and got out.
Once the car door slammed shut, Chen Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, rolled down the window, and then turned to wave at Wu Mengting, who was standing by the side of the road before he restarted the car and drove away.
It's hard to accept favors from a beauty. For someone as pure and beautiful as Wu Mengting, Chen Feng really couldn't afford her. Even if she threw herself at him, he didn't dare to take the bite.
As for whether he would regret it in the future, Chen Feng felt he wouldn't. But speaking of regrets, there were a few for sure. If it wasn't for her terminal illness, how could he possibly refuse such a pure and beautiful girl if she came onto him?
He sped all the way and arrived home smoothly.
Just as he entered, his mother, who was still tending to the store, asked, "Why are you back so late? Have you met Little Ting's parents? What do they think of you?"
