After a supremely awkward hot pot dinner, Wen Meng carefully drove him and Wenfeng to the airport.
"Hey, take it easy! My flight isn't until nine! We've got plenty of time!"
Wu Yun watched Wen Meng's increasingly proficient driving. She was probably getting antsy, thinking he had to rush for his flight.
Even though his toes were practically tearing through his shoes, Wu Yun still spoke in a soft, reassuring voice.
In the back seat, a buckled-up Wenfeng sat ramrod straight. "Meng Meng," he said, "you need to practice more! What if Xiaowu has to go out drinking for work one day? It'd be good if you could go pick him up."
A little after 8:10, the C63 came to a steady stop on the road, a good half-meter from the curb.
The three of them got out of the car. Wu Yun retrieved his travel bag from the trunk and said with a smile to the father and daughter, "Mr. Wen, you two should head back now. Drive safely on the way home."
