Zhao Mengmeng had no choice but to follow him down, telling the driver to wait right there.
"It's pitch-dark now. Take a look and then come back. There's nothing fun about this."
Why on earth must he come to the amusement park? Could it be that Pei Chenyang, a man over thirty, likes to come to amusement parks?
Could it actually be just to satisfy his own preferences?
Zhao Mengmeng felt somewhat unsettled.
"Come, over here." Pei Chenyang had slept for a while, and seemed a bit more sober than before.
Just as Zhao Mengmeng was thinking this, the man next to her suddenly broke free from her grip.
"Hey, what are you doing..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Pei Chenyang walked over to a water faucet, leaned his head over, turned it on, and let the water gush over his head.
"Pfft..." Zhao Mengmeng's voice stopped abruptly as she stared dumbfounded at the scene.
"Pei Chenyang, what are you doing?" She ran over and yanked on his clothes forcefully.
