Zheng Ren was not a quick-witted man.
There was a moment of letdown. He did not know what to say to dispel the awkward tension in the car.
Xie Yiren had also picked up on the shift in mood and her voice cut off abruptly after the mention of Shandong cotton sheets.
The car crawled at a steady 20 to 30 miles per hour toward their destination.
Peace would be found once they reached the house.
The ride was not bad, however.
Occasionally, a food delivery rider passed the car and peered in.
They seemed to expect such a pace from a woman driver.
Xie Yiren drove as if they were on a stroll through the nightscape of Sea City. It would be almost serene if not for the food delivery riders zooming by.
Traffic was sparse, so there was a lower risk of an accident happening.
"That…" Zheng Ren made an attempt to break the silence. "Can I know where I will be living? How far is it from the hospital?"
