The dinner with Feng Yu lasted two hours.
When they parted, Feng Yu insisted on walking Fu Bing to her car.
A flicker of amusement danced in his eyes when he saw that her car was a Wuling Hongguang Mini.
She was more interesting than he had imagined.
"You paid for dinner tonight, and I will treat you to tea when I have time."
"I'll take you up on that," Feng Yu said warmly.
"I mean it," Fu Bing said before getting into the car. "I'm leaving now. You should be careful on your way home too."
Feng Yu finally understood why so many people liked Fu Bing.
Who could resist falling for her after hearing her gentle reminders?
Fu Bing raised the car window, staring vacantly at the passing streetscape.
Wu Shi glanced at her from the corner of his eye and knew she was tired.
He couldn't help but slow down the car to reduce the bumps.
The car was fine for everyday use. However, when it came to needing a smooth, quiet ride, he realized it couldn't compare to a luxury car.
