Su Li braced herself and said, "Let's talk this over. Could you at least give me a chance to speak?"
Feng Huaijin crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, resting.
Seeing his demeanor, Su Li couldn't help but sulk: "Hey, Feng Huaijin, what's with your attitude? If you're like this, I won't be happy even if we go for the wedding photoshoot, and it won't turn out well."
Su Li, seeing that he still wasn't speaking, felt a bit riled up inside, wishing she could pounce on him with her hands clawed out.
Feng Huaijin reached out and patted Su Li's head, saying blandly, "Before you get angry, why not first see where we're headed?"
Where are we going?
Su Li turned her head to look and gradually noticed a look of confusion and surprise in her eyes. She started to stutter: "Isn't this the road to the Research Institute? No, weren't we going abroad for the wedding photoshoot? Why aren't we going to the airport?"
