Wu Yun's words made all the girls look at Wen Meng with envy.
"Den Mother! You guys have already met the parents?" Lai Yi, once again, zeroed in on the key point.
Wen Meng beamed at the memory, the corners of her mouth turned up in a self-satisfied smile, like a little girl who'd just been given candy.
The trunk closed, and the G63's excellent soundproofing prevented Wu Yun from making out what the others were saying, though they looked to be in the middle of an excited conversation.
A moment later, Wen Meng slid into the driver's seat. She stretched lazily, then pressed the seat memory button to adjust it to her saved position.
Wu Yun took a bottle of water from the cup holder, twisted off the cap, and handed it to Wen Meng.
"I wanted to come see you guys dance, but practice was already over by the time I got here. Such a bummer!"
Wu Yun took back the water bottle, which now bore the imprint of Wen Meng's lipstick, and took a huge gulp.
