This time, Huangfu Zheng did not have someone drive for him; instead, he drove himself.
In the afternoon, he had a date with his woman to cultivate their relationship...
Tang Anzhi sat in the passenger seat without asking Huangfu Zheng where they were going to eat, or what they were going to eat.
She just sat there in the passenger seat, being a quiet girlfriend.
Of course, we can ignore the fact that ever since Huangfu Zheng got into the car, one of his hands had been interlocked with Tang Anzhi's.
At that moment, the ringing of a cellphone filled the car. Huangfu Zheng glanced at the number and then nudged his chin towards Tang Anzhi, "You answer it."
"It's your phone, why don't you answer it yourself?" Tang Anzhi gave him a sidelong glance.
Huangfu Zheng chuckled lightly, shaking their intertwined hands, "Can't free up a hand."
Tang Anzhi's eyes fell on their hands and then on the one steering the wheel.
Uh, fair point, you indeed can't free up a third hand.
