"What a mess!" Wu Shuang felt powerless, with no clue where to start. All the problems seemed like a kite with broken strings, drifting far away, out of reach, but she could sense the issues were right in front of her.
The two parted ways in the parking lot, now approaching dusk. The crowded lot now held only a few cars. Xiao Lin's car was parked about five or six vehicles away from Wu Shuang's. He opened his car door, noticing Wu Shuang was already seated in her car, hesitating for a moment before walking back to the front of Wu Shuang's car.
The glass window was tapped, and Wu Shuang opened it, curious. "What happened?"
"Is there something wrong with your car?" Xiao Lin stared at her car. Just now, if he wasn't mistaken, there was a sound like something was jammed between the gears when she started it.
