Fifth day of the new year, evening.
The neon lights on the streets of the Capital are bright and dazzling.
Each family rushes from one relative or friend's house to another.
The joy of the end of the year sweeps away the shadows in people's hearts.
A black Hyundai drives through the streets of the Capital, weaving under the neon lights like a beast.
It moves neither too fast nor too slow.
Inside the car, He Ximeng in a black sweater leans against the back seat.
Liu Qing sits beside him.
Smelling the faint scent of alcohol on him.
"Have you contacted Qiongqiong?"
"Yes," He Ximeng answers softly, not even lifting his eyes.
"Come over for a meal when you have time."
"I'll ask," He Ximeng says again.
With the same indifferent expression.
After dropping Liu Qing at home, the person in the car shows no intention of getting out, Liu Qing stands beside the car and bends slightly to ask, "Not going back?"
"Got some errands to run, you go ahead."