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"Squeak."

A sudden, intense screeching of brakes pierced through the air.

People inside the KTV were all drawn over.

Although the snow was blocked outside by the ceiling at the entrance, a layer of water spread over the ground after the snow melted, making the surface slippery. Despite the tightly locked tires of this black car, it inevitably slid forward a bit.

Because of this, there was only a distance of less than half a fingertip left between the front of the car and Cheng Qingzhou's body.

Feng Chaoying raised her head, furrowing her brows. She saw the young man in front of the car, his face pale with fear, still in a daze. His eyes were wide open, devoid of color.

He turned off the ignition, preparing to open the door and get out when suddenly the boy in front of him slipped and fell with a "thump".

The car has already come to a stop. Falling at this time, is he trying to pull off a scam? His acting skills are just too awful, aren't they?

He frowned again, got off the car, and walked around to the front.

Cheng Qingzhou sat on the ground, looking quite disheveled. The floor was made of solid material, so when he fell just now, it directly scraped against his bones. He gritted his teeth, hastily scrambling up from the ground, his rear end moist from the snowwater that had spread over.

Damn, how the hell does this person drive!

This was his only pair of pants!

He raised his head in irritation, but he did not expect to see someone unexpected.

The man who stood outside the Zhongtian Fund with a cold expression and icy tone, belittling him as a beggar!

Why is it him again? C heng Qingzhou had to admit that they were becoming more than familiar with each other. This time, he stared at Feng Chaoying with righteousness and even aimed to reflect back the anger that he had been humiliated with before.

Feng Chaoying saw him, raised an eyebrow, seemingly recognizing him as well.

"How did you learn to drive?" Cheng Qingzhou was already filled with anger, and now his venting outlet had been completely opened. He wore a displeased expression on his face, which was actually quite adorable. His mouth pouted in dissatisfaction, like a sulking child, while his eyes revealed the impatience of a teenager.

The peculiar combination fell into Feng Chaoying's eyes, like a sulking little brother. Feng Chaoying sneered inwardly. He had never been fond of people who staged accidents. He had been targeted a few times before on the road, but always by middle-aged or elderly individuals. This was the first time he had been targeted by a young person, and one who didn't look too shabby at that. At such a tender age, why couldn't he do something more worthwhile instead of resorting to these tricks? Feng Chaoying gazed indifferently at Cheng Qingzhou, hands deep in his pockets. Despite the bitter cold wind, his hair, slicked with hair gel, barely fluttered, in stark contrast to Cheng Qingzhou's disheveled appearance, as if he would be blown away by the strong gusts any moment.

In fact, Cheng Qingzhou is not short. With a height of around 1.78 meters and his handsome face, he is also popular among the girls at school. They especially like to pair him up with other good-looking boys in the school and write fan fiction about them. However, Feng Chaoying is even taller than him, and by quite a bit, at least ten centimeters. When the two of them stand together, Cheng Qingzhou truly looks like a child. No matter how hard he glares or tries to assert himself, his presence is no match for Feng Chaoying.

Actually, strictly speaking, it is indeed Fang Chaoying's responsibility for this matter. When he turned into the driveway, the sculpture in the flowerbed happened to block Cheng Qingzhou, creating a visual blind spot. Fang Chaoying thought there was no one there, so he didn't slow down. Fang Chaoying himself knows that he was about to apologize when he got out of the car. Who would have thought that Cheng Qingzhou would use such a clumsy acting right in front of him to fake an accident, immediately dispelling Fang Chaoying's intention to apologize.

"Did my car hit you?" Feng Chaoying asked, looking at him coldly.

He was curious to see how much money this kid wanted to extort from him.