On the way back driving, Shi Yang didn't say a word, his hands pressed on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road ahead.
As the car drove onto the main road, Zhao Meimei was still laughing, Shi Yang glanced at her and asked indifferently, "Is it really that funny?"
Without thinking, Zhao Meimei said, "Because you don't know, so you find it not funny."
Shi Yang, expressionless, sneered and asked, "So you all know?"
Zhao Meimei, still wrapped up in the comedy film she saw that afternoon, laughed and wanted to tell Shi Yang the funny part: "Yeah! We this afternoon... huh? Bro?"
Shi Yang suddenly turned the steering wheel and parked the car by the roadside.
Surprised, Zhao Meimei glanced outside the car window, the road just out of the community was pitch-black, still needed to drive forward a bit to reach the streetlights.
Zhao Meimei asked, "Bro, why did you stop here?"
Shi Yang's eyes were fiery, his tone displeased: "Got business!"
