Seeing Sima Yifeng like this, Song Yaoyao softened her tone and said:
"Do you really know you were wrong?"
The moment Sima Yifeng heard that, he knew he had a chance. He hurriedly admitted his mistake:
"Yes, absolutely! Lass, you have to believe me."
"Just how much trouble have you caused along the way? How am I supposed to believe you'll behave yourself from now on?"
Afraid Song Yaoyao wouldn't believe him and would make him keep riding in the truck bed, Sima Yifeng raised three fingers and swore to the heavens:
"I, Sima Yifeng, swear that I'll behave myself for the rest of the journey.
If I break this oath, may my medical skills never advance another inch!
Lass, will that do?"
For a divine physician like Sima Yifeng, that was a truly dire oath!
The old man had really thrown caution to the winds just to get a seat inside a vehicle.
"All right, I'll trust you one more time.
So, do you want to ride in the Off-Road Vehicle and send your disciple to the Pickup Truck, or will both of you ride in the Pickup Truck?"
"I'd rather take the Off-Road Vehicle!"
Song Qinghui teased him:
"Valley Master Sima, don't you need your disciple Lu Xuangu Gui as a back cushion anymore?"
"Hmph, you little brat! I still remember how you and that brat surnamed Liu joined forces to bully me!
Once I've recovered a little, I'll settle the score with you!"
Song Yaoyao's expression darkened:
"Old man, you're threatening to bully my second brother right in front of me? Do you want to keep riding in the truck bed?"
Sima Yifeng felt so aggrieved he could die. How had he forgotten about this lass? He had known from the start that she fiercely protected her