after the driver got into the car, he asked song qincheng for her address.
"let's go to juying road first. i'll talk to you after we pass the third ring line." song qincheng lowered her volume when she thought about the man who was resting behind her.
the black mercedes-benz was driving on the streets of south city late at night.
on both sides of the road, the dim lights and the shade of the trees flashed past song qincheng's vision from time to time.
ever since she got into the car, yu tingchuan had not spoken a word. she couldn't even feel his breath. there was no music in the car, only the sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground.
after the car had left the third ring bridge, song qincheng told the driver how to get there.
after she said that, she couldn't help but look at the rearview mirror. the angle of the rearview mirror was tilted, and it just happened to reflect the situation in the back of the car.
