Treating Fan Huang's mother, Yu Jingting believed he had already been exceptionally merciful, a courtesy unprecedented in history.
But the person in question, Fan Huang's mother, did not think so.
"Can you be any more disrespectful?! Is this how Chen Lijun raised you?"
"Even more disrespectful?" Yu Jingting blinked.
Suizi held her forehead; this old lady really didn't know how to argue, always charging headlong into the line of fire.
Yu Jingting slowed down the car, letting the people brought by Fan Huang's mother overtake him. Once their vehicle turned the corner and was out of sight, he leisurely turned off the engine and parked.
"I can indeed be even less respectful. Get out of the car."
"???"
"I said get out of the car! As a person who does not understand respect, I have no obligation to take you back. Go find a trishaw by yourself."
Suizi was even more considerate, getting out of the passenger seat to help Fan Huang's mother open the car door.