The next moment, Song Heng drove the sports car past Xiao Mo like a gust of wind.
Looking at the somber-faced Xiao Mo, Song Heng whistled again, his smile blooming like a radiant flower, revealing two rows of pearl-white teeth.
Compared to Xiao Mo's depth, Song Heng seemed much younger and more lively.
The sports car soon drove off, and quiet returned to Xiao Mo's ears.
Glancing in the direction where the sports car disappeared, Xiao Mo shook his head slightly, then crossed his arms and looked at the mountains stacked upon each other in the distance.
The evening breeze was somewhat chilly, and the distant mountain silhouettes like massive creatures, stood erect on the outskirts, blocking the view and obscuring the horizon.
The dew was heavy in the cold autumn, and Xiao Mo stood for a while before getting into his car to leave.
