Hmm, it's fully man-powered, and the cart is being pulled forward.
"You arranged this? Is this the surprise???" Zhao Mengmeng turned her head, looking at Pei Chenyang's profile in the darkness.
Her hair was still wet, reminding Zhao Mengmeng of his recent good deeds...
She felt both annoyed and amused, "Why didn't I capture that moment?"
Zhao Mengmeng talked to herself, later she would have to show Pei Chenyang just how utterly foolish he had been when drunk.
"Turn around, Pei Chenyang." Pulling open the zipper of her bag, she took out a packet of paper towels and commanded the man beside her.
"Hmm? What for?"
Although Pei Chenyang asked, he obediently turned around to face Zhao Mengmeng.
"What for? Isn't your head cold? Don't you feel chilly? The wind is so strong, you'll end up with a headache and then you'll be crying" Zhao Mengmeng grumbled, pulling out several paper towels and vigorously rubbing his hair dry.
