"What do you mean you can't hold it in? Does your stomach hurt?"
Wu Jie gripped the steering wheel as the vehicle sped down the highway.
He could only glance back quickly, then refocus on the road ahead.
Tang Xin's eyebrows were tightly knitted, her expression anxious—it really looked like she couldn't hold it in.
But Wu Jie wasn't entirely convinced. Who knows if Xin'er, this crazy girl, had some other plan in mind.
Meanwhile, Bai Fengling, who was in the back seat with Tang Xin, was already sound asleep.
These past several days of promoting the movie, combined with the long trip to Chunbai Village, meant she hadn't slept well at all.
Now that she could finally relax, sitting in the soft, comfortable seat, she naturally fell into a deep sleep.
"It's cramping, like stabbing pain. I must've eaten something bad. How much longer until we reach the rest area?"
Tang Xin clutched her stomach, her expression exceptionally urgent.
