Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

The raindrops outside kept tapping against the car window, the pattering sound becoming the only background noise in this awkward atmosphere.

The words have already been spoken, so there's no point in trying to avoid them.

Zhang Qiyu silently turned his head back, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, his long eyelashes concealing the emotions in his eyes.

He was considering how to reasonably explain his transgression.

Is it a reasonable excuse to say that he couldn't help himself?

"cough--"

Just then, a soft cough broke the silence.

This was the second time Zhang Haike had faked a cough, and the second time he had defended someone else.

"The Ming Dynasty, huh? Is that how it is?"

"There was a mosquito just now. The chieftain was just quick-witted and didn't mean anything by it."

Zhang Haike: Tired.

He didn't do anything wrong, so why is he the one cleaning up all the messes?

So it's not unreasonable for him to seek some personal gain from it.

Zhang Haike smiled, looking very understanding.

"Ming Dynasty, if you're really angry, you can retaliate. I'll take the blame for our clan leader."

The emphasis is deliberately placed on the word "I".

Everyone: "..."

[Ha! I heard everything that old fox was up to in my spatial dimension!]

Shen Mingchao: [Partner, looks like you've been on your phone a lot.]

Zhang Haike's words are shameless.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhang Haiyan added insult to injury, implicating the others: "Chieftain, you see, we usually go on missions in pairs. I can go explore the ancient tower, but it's a bit lonely going alone. Shouldn't you assign me another person?"

The words were handed over, and Zhang Qilin raised his eyes, his deep black eyes looking directly at Zhang Haike.

People tend to be very busy when they feel awkward.

Zhang Haike coughed again, smacked his lips, and didn't dare to meet Zhang Qiyu's gaze at all, even silently putting some distance between them.

Shen Mingchao saw this scene clearly.

She couldn't help but interject, "Why are you coughing so frequently? Did you catch a cold from being caught in the rain? Remember to take your medicine when you get home, Uncle Ke~~"

It's a classic case of flattery that ultimately leads to ruin.

Unable to offend either side, Zhang Haike was practically pressed against the car wall. He waved his phone and said, "You guys chat, I'm going to check the weather forecast."

Shen Mingchao then withdrew his gaze, and following Zhang Haike's words, looked directly at Zhang Qilan with his clear eyes, and said teasingly, "By the way, there are mosquitoes in the car? Should I thank you for your help?"

That sounds like sarcasm.

Zhang Qiyu shook his head.

"There are no mosquitoes."

He stopped avoiding the question, met Shen Mingchao's gaze, and said sincerely, "You're not wrong, it was me. I'm sorry."

Upon hearing this, Shen Mingchao slightly curled his lips.

Zhang Qiyu's reaction was exactly what she expected.

If it were someone else in this situation, such as Hei Xiazi or Zhang Haiyan, who are known for their witty banter, they would certainly laugh it off and quickly move on from the matter.

Zhang Qilin is no good; he generally disdains playing these superficial games.

Having successfully teased him, Shen Mingchao knew when to stop, leaning forward slightly and softening his voice:

"Okay, okay, no need to be so serious."

Then she frankly revealed her true feelings: "Actually, if it were you, I would be quite happy to see it."

—Even gods can be dishonest sometimes.

What is this?

Is it a kind of unexpected cuteness?

They are quite cute, though.

Shen Mingchao looked at the person in front of him, his smile growing deeper and deeper, showing no sign of anger whatsoever.

Zhang Qilin could also clearly sense the other person's emotions.

He knew that Shen Mingchao was telling the truth.

With this thought, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed, his eyes softened completely, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

This scene happened right before Shen Mingchao's eyes.

Zhang Qilin was already extremely handsome.

Superior, three-dimensional facial features, a well-defined profile, and fair, delicate skin...

Her slight smile at that moment was like the first melting of ice and snow.

Shen Mingchao sighed inwardly: God is unreliable, but his modeling skills are amazing!

The tense atmosphere inside the car gradually softened and became tender.

But one person seems to have been forgotten.

Sitting to the side, outside the warm atmosphere, Zhang Haike watched the two smile at each other and sighed deeply in his heart.

It's clearly a story about three people, yet he can't even have a name.

But Zhang Haike's situation is considered good; at least he managed to exchange a few words, unlike the driver who didn't even qualify to be a part of someone else's game.

It achieves true physical muting.

Only under certain specific circumstances can the seal be broken, allowing one to make an appearance and say a few words in this game.

Zhang Qianjun swore an oath to heaven.

In all my years of driving, I've never longed to get through red lights and traffic jams as much as I do now.

Finally, fate smiled upon him.

A long queue slowly formed ahead.

The car navigation system explained the traffic conditions: "Ahead is a school zone. It's currently rush hour, and traffic is slow. Please slow down. The estimated congestion time is about 15 minutes."

Zhang Qianjun: It's like hearing celestial music, and your ears are temporarily clear.

He parked the car, looked at the endless convoy, breathed a sigh of relief, and relaxed completely.

"There's a traffic jam." He said calmly, but he was secretly overjoyed.

Upon hearing this, Shen Mingchao turned his gaze to the window.

A fine curtain of rain slanted down, blurring the street scene outside the window. Only the dim yellow glow of the streetlights and the indistinct figures of pedestrians could be vaguely seen.

This car should have arrived at the entrance of her residential complex long ago.

However, Zhang Haike did mention it to her briefly when she first got on the bus.

They said they wanted to pick up something nearby, which wasn't far away, only about ten minutes' drive, and asked if she minded waiting a moment.

She thought it would be a good opportunity to see more excitement, so she readily agreed.

But she strongly suspected that the reason of "picking something up on the way" was fabricated. Even if it were true, why pick it up now of all times?

The purpose is probably to extend the journey.

Even this sudden traffic jam made her wonder if it was something they had secretly arranged.

Zhang Qianjun was unaware of Shen Mingchao's thoughts; otherwise, he would have definitely protested his innocence.

He admitted that the reason of picking up something on the way was a bit far-fetched.

But this traffic jam was 100% an accident.

In all honesty, he's not like some people who are so cunning they can't keep up with a few words and can't do anything but concentrate on driving.

I've finally gotten lucky this time, I can't waste this hard-won opportunity to strike up a conversation.

He couldn't wait to ask, "Hey, Mingchao, what perfume are you wearing today? I've never smelled this before, it's so refreshing and smells really nice."

"perfume?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Shen Mingchao's eyes.

She didn't wear perfume when she went out today, so why would Zhang Qianjun suddenly ask that?