Zhenzhen instinctively glanced at him.
Lin Shaoyang smiled awkwardly, "I think I heard you moved earlier."
"Yeah." Zhenzhen finally responded softly.
The car became quiet again.
It seemed neither knew what to talk about.
Zhenzhen's gaze remained somewhat vacant, looking out with melancholy, as if her soul had been extracted, leaving only a shell behind.
Lin Shaoyang watched her through the rearview mirror and sighed silently in his heart.
Has she not been doing well since leaving Mo Xingyuan?
"You didn't seem to like going to bars before."
After a long silence in the car, Lin Shaoyang looked at the girl's conservative outfit in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but speak again.
Upon hearing this, Zhenzhen retracted her gaze from the window, her expression changed slightly and she looked down, "I... wasn't going there for fun, I was just delivering something."
"Delivering something to whom?"
