Seeing Han Siqi less angry, Fu Zhengzheng rises slightly, holds his shoulder and kisses him on his lips quickly. When she is about to retract, Han Siqi holds her tightly.

“Rat-a-tat.” Someone is knocking on the window.

Fu Zhengzheng struggles to free herself hurriedly. Han Siqi loosens his hands and frowns.

Outside the window, the guard is still tapping at the window, “Sir? Miss? Do you need help?”

Han Siqi rolls down the window ...