Xia Yangyang followed Gu Qichen out of the airport.
A sense of loss had inexplicably surfaced in her heart.
Gu Qichen seemed to show no signs of surprise or delight. He was utterly expressionless.
But Xia Yangyang did notice that Gu Qichen's footsteps seemed faster than usual.
So, he was merely in a hurry to return home?
Gu Qichen's private car was already waiting outside the airport.
But to the driver, Old Zheng, he said: "Give me the car keys. I'll drive. You can take a taxi home."
After Zheng stepped out of the car, Gu Qichen settled into the driver's seat.
Xia Yangyang silently opened the door to the backseat, intending to sit there.
"Sit upfront." Gu Qichen spoke abruptly.
Xia Yangyang obediently closed the back door and opened the passenger seat door.
She muttered under her breath: what difference does it make where I sit.
After Xia Yangyang fastened her seat belt, she noticed Gu Qichen not starting the car but instead, watching her with an odd gaze.
