Yan Xianjue rubbed his nose and gave an awkward laugh inwardly.
[Hahaha, how could that be?]
[How could President Shen try to assassinate me with his eyes just because I got together with his daughter?]
Hearing this, Shen Fangli glanced at her father's tense face, then at the flashy sports car behind Yan Xianjue...
Well, she remembered that most of that sports car's target buyers were spoiled rich second-generation playboys.
She couldn't help rubbing her forehead. Yan Xianjue really was a little unlucky.
Heaven knew, he drove that sports car only a handful of times. Even she was seeing it for the first time.
Yet her father had caught him red-handed.
President Shen: "..."
Did these two kids think he was blind? They were making faces at each other right in front of him and even having an encrypted conversation.
Fortunately, Yan Xianjue quickly realized that just standing there was too awkward, so he prepared to say something.
"President Shen, what a coincidence."
President Shen: "..."
You came to my front door and told me what a coincidence. Are you serious, kid?
"Pfft." Shen Fangli finally couldn't hold back her laughter.
President Shen turned his head at the sound.
He saw his little darling jog over and wrap herself around Yan Xianjue's arm.
Shen Fangli shook Yan Xianjue's arm, telling him not to keep dancing on her father's nerves.
She understood that he was trying to ease the awkwardness, but if he kept doing it this way, things would only get more awkward.
"Dad, we're almost late for our flight! We're leaving now!"
After saying that, she signaled for Yan Xianjue to wave goodbye with her.
President Shen: "...All right. Drive safely, and don't go too fast."
Yan Xianjue nodded, and the two of them got into the sports car