Last time, he was ridiculed for chewing gum in the car and was even questioning his life, but Miss Nan Wu was eating popcorn in the car.

Receiving Meng Ruo's burning gaze, Si Jin ignored him and freed a hand to rest on Song Nanwu's head. While straightening her twisted body, he said, "Sit down."

His voice was soft and pleasant, and he said nothing more, not a word of ridicule or condemnation.

Meng Ruo withdrew his gaze.

Ugh, my heart aches! Why did he get into this stolen car that's full of love?

I took out my phone and sent a WeChat message to Jian Yao, "Why didn't you stop me from getting in the captain's car?"

Jian Yao quickly responded, [Are you being abused?]

Meng Ruo: [The plot is very cruel, and I was fed a mouthful of dog food. And the captain even allowed Miss Nan Wu to eat in his car.]

Jian Yao frowned, [Captain, are you serious?]

Meng Ruo sighed. "No kidding, I think the captain is serious. They played claw machines and watched a movie this afternoon. It's such a romantic date. Who have you seen the captain go with?"

Looking at Meng Ruo's words on the screen, Jian Yao suddenly looked up at Nie Hao standing beside him, "Brother Nie, do you know too?"

"Know what?" Nie Hao asked in confusion.

"Captain and Miss Nan Wu."

"Haha." Nie Hao chuckled. "Who can predict the captain's moody mind? But I think it's true that he has feelings for Miss Nan Wu. But such things are unpredictable, so let's wait and see!"

Jian Yao laughed, "I thought Brother Nie had already prepared the PR."

Fifteen minutes later, everyone arrived at the KTV.

As soon as Meng Ruo entered the box, he ordered several songs.

Song Nanwu couldn't sing anything. She sat in the corner, watching Meng Ruo howling like a ghost on the microphone while replying to Mo Qiudong's WeChat message, "My flight is at 11:30 tomorrow."

Mo Qiudong: [Got it. I'll arrange for someone to pick you up at the airport tomorrow.]

Song Nanwu: [Yes.]

Mo Qiudong: [Oh, Boss, there's one more thing. The young master of the Matrix suddenly released some information about genetic modification online. I'll send you the website. This is the clue he left behind.]

Song Nanwu looked at the website address sent by Mo Qiudong, and her fingertips paused on the phone screen.

Is the information about genetic modification intended to lure her out, or is it real?

Song Nanwu narrowed her eyes slightly, a cold light flashed in her eyes. She felt someone approaching and quickly locked the phone screen.

Si Jin glanced at the words "genetic modification" and frowned slightly, but quickly regained his composure. He looked at Song Nanwu and asked, "Sister, a Buddhist, don't you want to request any songs?"

"You can't sing well." Song Nanwu looked at him and said.