It was already past ten o'clock at night, and calling a driver to pick her up seemed like a hassle; since she had already spent time alone with Fu Jinghen earlier, doing it once more didn't matter. Wen Qiao didn't put on any airs, nodded, and followed Fu Jinghen to the car. She didn't wait for him to open the door for her and instead took the initiative to open the door and sit inside.
Fu Jinghen didn't fuss over this detail.
As the car drove through the silent streets, the two of them had nothing to say.
Wen Qiao tilted her head and looked out the window at the receding scenery. As she watched, her gaze shifted to the reflection of the man's profile in the car window.
"When are you going back to Hang City?"
Fu Jinghen's voice suddenly broke the quiet in the car, and Wen Qiao, a bit taken aback, coldly threw out two words, "Tomorrow."
Fu Jinghen made a noncommittal noise and then fell silent.
