They were in the car and moving before either of them spoke.
Liuxian kept his eyes on the road.
Guiying kept his eyes on his phone, watching the navigation, his knee bouncing once before he caught it and made it stop.
"So who is this friend?" Liuxian asked.
"Yang Limo." Guiying said. "We grew up together. He's the only one who gives a shit about me. He's been in the States for three years." He paused. "He just got back and now.."
Liuxian was quiet for a moment. He had gone through everything available on Xue Guiying's background and the picture it painted was of someone who had existed in complete social isolation.
No close connections.
No documented friendships.
No one who had consistently shown up across the years.
So where did this Yang Limo appear from?
"I didn't know you had a friend," he said.
"There's a lot you don't know about me," Guiying said, without heat. He was still watching the navigation.
Liuxian said nothing and drove faster.
