On the way back to the Presidential Palace, it was already afternoon. Long Linger felt clear-headed and refreshed. She hadn't expected Huang to put work aside to go out and have fun with her, and finally, she could shake off that annoying woman Xie Wan. Although Xie Wan and Huang didn't show any obvious ambiguity, having her around always felt like a bone stuck in her throat, a hundred kinds of discomfort.
The car quietly slipped through the streets. Long Linger sat in the back seat, quietly leaning in Huang's arms, watching the cityscape outside the window flash by.
Huang sat upright, his gaze fixed on the distance, leaving Long Linger only the handsome line of his profile. His hand rested on her shoulder, gently caressing her cheek.
Long Linger's gaze drifted outside. Suddenly, she saw something and cried out anxiously, "Stop the car!"
"Driver, pull over!" Huang called out as well.
