Chu Boyan tightened his grip on the car door.
Ji Fengmian fastened his seatbelt.
The man stood up and said to Chu Boyang, "Drive carefully." However, when he turned to look at Chu Boyang's cold and dark eyes, he was slightly stunned. He sized up Chu Boyang suspiciously.
Chu Boyang closed the car door and stood there for a long time before turning around to get into the car.
She started the car silently. Ji Fengmian saw that his grip on the steering wheel was tight and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging. His voice was obvious.
However, there was nothing unusual about his expression. He was calm and composed.
"Is the food here good?" Chu Boyang asked after the car had driven for a long time.
"Not bad."
"I'll bring you along next time."
"No need. I don't want to do it again for the time being."
"Then come back when you want to eat."
Ji Fengmian remained silent.
