The car was filled with quiet, soothing music, yet the atmosphere inside the car had nothing to do with the style of the music; it was even somewhat eerie.
Even the driver sensed something unusual and focused on driving, breathing as slowly as possible.
Wen Qiao sat in the passenger seat, seemingly admiring the scenery outside the window, but in reality, she was paying attention to every move of the two men in the back seat.
"Big sister."
Lin Luang suddenly called out to her.
"Ah?" Wen Qiao tilted her head, "What's the matter?"
"After your drama wraps up and you return to Jiang City, let me know when you're free, and I'll paint for you, alright?"
Lin Luang was referring to his offer during the live broadcast to paint a portrait of Wen Qiao.
"Sure, that's fine."
"What painting?"
A deep male voice came leisurely from the back seat.
Wen Qiao was about to reply when Lin Luang interjected, "I promised to paint a portrait as a gift for big sister."
