There was only one narrow road from Mulan Cloud Residence to the main road.
Ji Yanzhi drove out, and sure enough, the moment he turned onto the main road, he saw Ji Ting waiting for a ride by the roadside.
His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Ji Yanzhi pulled over beside him and lowered the passenger-side window.
"Ji Ear, get in."
Ji Ting looked at him for two seconds, then shook his head.
"You..." Ji Yanzhi took a deep breath and forced himself to hold back. "You can't speak right now. That makes a lot of things inconvenient. I'll take you home."
Ji Ting pressed his lips together, stuck a patch to the back of his neck, then held up his iPad: [Xu Ren made this for me. It's perfectly convenient. You can go.]
Far from feeling reassured, Ji Yanzhi's expression darkened abruptly. He actually dared to bring brain-decoding technology out so casually. Didn't he understand that possessing something valuable could make an innocent man a target?!
He pushed open the door, got out, and stormed around the car. "How can someone with such a good brain talk and act like an idiot? Or are you deliberately trying to defy me? You don't even care whether you're putting yourself in danger, as long as you can piss me off?"
As Ji Ting watched his stormy expression, a quote from Albert Camus suddenly came to mind: To be unloved is merely bad luck; not knowing how to love is a misfortune.
He was clearly concerned about him, yet insisted on making his words cold and harsh. It turned out Ji Yanzhi simply didn't know how to express his feelings.
Hearing his thoughts only irritated Ji Yanzhi. Love, misfortune, bad luck-what pretentious nonsense.
"Get in. Don't make me say it again!"