Two hours later, the car exited the highway, crossed the Dongjin Crossing Bridge, and headed toward the old district.
They dropped Meng Jie off at her home along the way, and Wang Zihao got out on Chessboard Street.
Chen Yansen got back into the driver's seat, drove along North Street, and finally parked in front of the National Guest Bookstore.
The students were on winter break, so the bookstore was as cold and deserted as the weather.
Chen Guobin was engrossed in a novel as thick as a brick.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Chen Yansen honked the horn twice and flashed his high beams at Chen Guobin.
"Damn it! Think you're hot stuff in that piece of junk car?" Chen Guobin shielded his eyes, grumbling as he tossed the novel aside and walked outside.
He was about to start cursing when the BMW's window rolled down, revealing a roguish, smiling face—his own rascal of a son.
