Cheng Yuheng suddenly tensed up as if facing a formidable enemy.
"I..."
Because he had not anticipated losing, he had not prepared an explanation in advance.
He dragged his feet as he moved forward slowly, all the while hanging his head and muttering to buy time.
When he finally stood before Di Jinye's long legs, he suddenly covered his mouth and retched.
Cheng Yuheng pretended to feel unwell again to interrupt the crisis at hand.
"Zeran, are you still feeling unwell?"
Almost at the same time, Di Jinye swiftly bent down to pick him up, his large hand gently stroking his back.
Unexpectedly, the same trick still worked quite well.
Ignoring the discomfort of being held by the villain, Cheng Yuheng feigned a weak voice.
"Uncle Nangong's driving is bad, it made me carsick and wanting to vomit."
"That's not true, you were having a blast in the car..."
Nangong Lie's attempt at justification was cut short by Di Jinye's sharp threatening glance.
"Enough, let's go home."