Ever since driving An Yin back home, despite An Yin repeatedly insisting that she wanted to take the bus herself, the man completely ignored her.
Upon arriving in the neighborhood, An Yin found a less crowded area for the man to stop the car.
Bao Shaojin didn't speak a word the entire time, his proud face brooding. An Yin sat in the passenger seat, heart pounding with fear, relieved that, at last, she was home.
"Bao Shaojin, goodbye." She unbuckled her seatbelt and reached out to open the car door.
"Take the stuff in the trunk back with you." The man's clear voice rang out.
"Wha-what?" An Yin suddenly looked up, dazedly watching him.
"It's almost New Year's, I prepared some things." Bao Shaojin sat upright, and because of An Yin's petite stature, he had to look down to see her from his angle.
In truth, he mostly could only see the top of her head since she always liked to hang her head low.
"No need, no need." An Yin looked at the man, waving her hands repeatedly.
