"Where are we going?" Yan Kejun asked.
Song Yinyin was seated in the front passenger seat, not sitting together with Yan Kejun.
At this moment, when Yan Kejun asked, Song Yinyin didn't turn around but directly said to the driver, "Driver, please drop me off at the subway station ahead."
Yan Kejun saw that she wouldn't even turn her head, not even glancing at his face, and felt a sense of loss.
He sighed and said, "Yinyin, though we've broken up many years ago, at least we are childhood friends. Is there really no time to chat with me a bit longer?"
Song Yinyin finally turned around, looked at Yan Kejun, and said, "Mr. Yan, thank you for giving me a ride. But I'm very busy and really don't have time to chat with you."
Yan Kejun couldn't help but feel disheartened and smiled helplessly, "It's because of the Christmas concert, right? Could you give me a ticket then?"
"Sure, I'll have someone send you one," this time, Song Yinyin did not refuse.
