"No, just curious! So many cars pass through here in one day, and you remember them clearly, huh?" Tian Xin picked up a small teacup, took a sip, and carefully observed Zhang Feng's expression.
Zhang Feng kept smiling, his face unmoved: "When you've been doing this job for a long time, you naturally remember!"
"Then how many trips can these cars make in one day?" she continued to ask.
"Huh?" A hint of suspicion flashed across Zhang Feng's face: "You..."
"I remember Zhang Shuai used to make three trips a day. Later, they said shipments increased, so it changed to four trips a day. It's really tiring."
"It's about like that!" Zhang Feng said: "You..."
"What's wrong?" She glanced nervously at the window.
"Do you love him?"
!!!
Oh! False alarm!
She took a sip of tea to calm her nerves, not quite catching Zhang Feng's words.
"Hmm?" Zhang Feng seemed to still be waiting for her answer.
"What?"
"Do you love him?"
"What?" Tian Xin exclaimed: "Love who?"
"Zhang Shuai!"
