In the white sedan, the three members of the Chen Family lapsed into a temporary silence.
Chen Ziqian looked out at the night scenery; it was winter now. Occasionally, leaves fell onto the skylight under the glow of the streetlights, and he silently watched the scenery retreat outside the window, with a smile creeping across his lips as he thought of Shanshan.
Mrs. Chen was puzzled. Her son clearly had a liking for Sisi, so why had he suddenly said he liked Shanshan? She repeated the question she had asked just earlier, "Ziqian, can you give your mom an explanation? I always thought you liked Sisi."
The silence in the car was broken by Mrs. Chen.
"That was an indirect strategy." Chen Ziqian turned his head to look at his mother and said with a smile, "My interaction with Sisi was completely to get close to Shanshan. Shanshan is too young; I can't just passionately pursue her. Besides, I've just come of age. Of course, my friendship with Sisi is also completely genuine."
