Zhang Lihua also looked at that stretch of the road, with a hint of a different kind of light gradually appearing in her eyes.
For a while, perhaps both were lost in beautiful memories, or maybe for some other reason, suddenly neither of them spoke, and the car was filled with a strange atmosphere.
It was already 10 o'clock in the evening.
After all, this was a small town, and it was still 2004, so there wasn't much nightlife, except for those going to nightclubs; most had already gone to bed.
The street was very quiet at this time, with not a single car for a long time.
Zhang Jingdong said, "Sister Lihua, I'll listen to you. Starting tomorrow, I'll study hard and strive for progress every day, but tonight... I want to indulge a little."
Zhang Lihua knew that what was meant to come had finally arrived.
However, due to Zhang Jingdong's repeated hints, she had already mentally prepared herself.
