*Bael's POV*
The message from Liang Feng comes through at 3:47.
*Young Master's session has ended. Currently at the café on Fenglin Street with Mr. Jun.*
Bael reads it once, then looks out the car window at the traffic ahead.
*Again.*
He sets his phone down on the seat beside him without replying.
The café on Fenglin Street. He knows the one — he'd had it looked up after the second time Liang Feng's reports mentioned it. Small place, mostly empty by mid-afternoon, window seats. The kind of café that becomes a habit without anyone deciding it should be.
His jaw tightens slightly.
Not because Runze is there. Runze goes there after every session, he knows this, it's professional, it's reasonable, it's two colleagues debriefing over coffee, there is nothing objectively wrong with any part of that sentence.
He is aware of all of this.
He looks out the window.
"How far?" he asks.
"Twelve minutes, sir. Traffic is light."
Bael nods once.
Twelve minutes.
