"What do you mean?" She asked blankly, looking at her friend.
Luo Xiaoqian glanced at Qin Feimo inside the car, whose face was obscured by the darkness.
"I think, he must like you."
Feng Jinglei was a little stunned, but she felt her friend was overthinking.
"You're thinking too much."
"No way, don't doubt my judgment, I'm very accurate at reading people!" Luo Xiaoqian said confidently.
"All right, I really have to go, see you another day."
Knowing that Qin Feimo's mood was unpredictable and worried he would get impatient waiting in the car, Feng Jinglei said her goodbyes and left.
"Bye-bye!"
Watching her get into the car, Luo Xiaoqian waved her hand.
Throughout the drive, Qin Feimo just drove without speaking, but his mood was much better than when he came.
Feng Jinglei kept looking out the car window, occasionally turning to glance at the man's exquisite profile.
"You haven't slept yet, this late."
