After turning off the engine, Zuo Qishen's fingers slid off the steering wheel. His gaze fell on the woman sitting in the passenger seat, who was playing with her phone in high spirits.
The corners of her lips curled up slightly, as if she was having a good time.
Zuo Qishen pursed his thin lips slightly. The faint light from the street lamp shone on his face through the car window. The expression on his face was hard to discern.
"Nan Fei." After pausing for a few seconds, he called out her name.
"Hmm?" Nan Fei returned to her senses and turned her head to look at the source of the voice.
She saw Zuo Qishen pursing his lips and looking at her with a deep gaze.
Nan Fei was a little confused.
She asked, "What's wrong?"
Zuo Qishen looked at her deeply for a while and then said flatly, "We're here."
Nan Fei was stunned. She turned her head to look at the scenery outside the car window, only to realize that the car had already stopped at the entrance of her neighborhood.
She blinked. Was Zuo Qishen driving too steadily, or was she too tired tonight? She did not even notice that the car had stopped.
He seemed to sneer slightly and said, "In the car of a strange man, you are really alert indeed."
Nan Fei thought for a moment, and the corners of her eyes curved up. She looked at him with a smile and said, "Commander Zuo, you just helped me. How can you be considered a strange man?"
Zuo Qishen was slightly stunned. The faint streetlight outside the car shone on the woman's face. He saw her smiling eyes, but he could not see the emotions in her eyes.
His gaze was cold. He opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "You're not my soldier. You don't have to call me commander."
"Alright." Nan Fei only paused for a second before she readily agreed. What he said made sense. She was indeed not his soldier.
"Then what should I call you?" She asked again.
"Anything is fine."
Nan Fei thought for a moment. Should she call him by his name directly?
She silently recited the three words, Zuo Qishen, and then tilted her head to look at the cold and tough face of the man beside her. She felt that it was a little... inappropriate.
Not only was Zuo Qishen in a high position, but he was also older than her. It seemed impolite to call him by his name in front of him.
"Then... should I call you Young Master Zuo?" She pursed her lips and asked carefully.
She really did not know what to call him, so she just called him as a member of an aristocratic family.
Zuo Qishen placed his finger on the steering wheel and knocked on it again and again. The sound was neither light nor heavy, and there was a strange feeling in the carriage.
After a long while, he said expressionlessly, "You should call me Military Commander."
Nan Fei blinked. He did not seem to like the way 'Young Master Zuo' addressed him.
Hence, she nodded and replied obediently, "Okay."
Zuo Qishen did not say anything else. He pinched the steering wheel with his well-defined fingers and looked ahead coldly.
Nan Fei felt that this was a good time to get off the car and go home.
"Then... I'm going back," she said as she looked at Zuo Qishen's cold side profile. Her tone was a little cautious.
She did not know if it was an illusion, but she felt that Zuo Qishen seemed to be angry.
His already cold and hard outline seemed to have been coated with a layer of ice.
Zuo Qishen, who had been grimly holding the steering wheel, suddenly tilted his head and looked at her with a deep gaze.