Evening.
The setting sun shines on the bustling city.
Everywhere is shrouded in a dusky yellow.
The rush hour after work, the clogged and well-maintained streets, the endless stream.
Mo Xiuyuan still went to the imperial capital Procuratorate to pick up Qin Zhengxiao when he was off work.
During this period of time off work, it was obviously on time compared to the earlier period.
From one to six o’clock, he would definitely not delay.
At this moment, it was the same.
Mo Xiuyuan respectfully watched Qin Zhengxiao appear at the main entrance and then calmly sat in the small car. The hidden conspiracy between them seemed as if it had never happened. The two of them did not seem to have any unusual emotions, it seemed very normal.
The car blended into the congested streets, intermittently.
Mo Xiuyuan and Qin Zhengxiao did not speak. They were both in complete silence, paying full attention to the surrounding scenes.
