There was something truly strange about this.
Even Meng Chentian himself could not figure it out.
I barely even thought of Zuo Xiaonian just now, so it couldn't have been because I feared her and wanted to leave a good impression on her father!
Could I have been possessed just now? But what kind of evil could possibly possess me?
This is so fucking...
Meng Chentian sprang into the air and gave chase at tremendous speed.
At that moment, murderous flames raged to the heavens in his heart. All he wanted was to slap this distinguished, strikingly handsome middle-aged man to death, and everything would be settled!
Zuo Changlu had stopped his car at a traffic light. With a whoosh, Meng Chentian landed in front of the car, strode over to the driver's side, and barked, "Get out."
Zuo Changlu rolled down the window and frowned. "Did you forget something, young man?"
Spotting the Luopan in Meng Chentian's hand, he patted his forehead and smiled. "So I forgot the Luopan. How thoughtful of you..."
"Oh, oh..."
Meng Chentian obediently handed over the Luopan, looking as though he were waiting to be praised.
"Thanks for the effort."
"It's getting late," Zuo Changlu said mildly. "You should head back early."
He stepped on the accelerator and drove leisurely away, still as natural and casual as ever, as effortless as plucking something with his fingers.
Holding his head, Meng Chentian walked to the roadside. He felt muddleheaded, his mind wandering. Only after a long while did he come to his senses again and mutter, "What is going on?"
He slapped himself hard twice, but still could not understand why things had turned out this way.
Since when did I, Meng Chentian, become this much of a fucking idiot?
This shouldn't be happening...
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