"Where else should I be?"
Under the car?
It was then that Wen Qiao remembered that Jiang Yao had come back with her, only she had come out earlier.
With this thought, Wen Qiao silently retracted into her seat.
I'm sorry.
It was her own fault for forgetting about Jiang Yao's presence; she was guilty.
The car moved smoothly along the broad streets, the atmosphere inside very quiet.
Feng Li was focused on driving, not daring to chat with Jiang Yao because Fu Jinghen was dealing with business. If he got distracted by chatting and caused some sudden braking, he would have to pack up and leave.
Jiang Yao, partly because of Fu Jinghen's imposing presence didn't dare speak much and partly because she was feeling sleepy, kept her eyes closed resting.
Only Wen Qiao, for some reason, felt uncharacteristically energetic and couldn't stay still for a moment.
