*Click!*
The door's lock disengaged, and with a hesitant shuffle, Xiong Mei entered the car. Her fingers absently brushed through her hair, a nervous reflex to steady herself in this unfamiliar territory.
The engine roared to life with a palpable vitality as Zhang Wei ignited the car's power, causing a subtle jolt that sent ripples of surprise through Xiong Mei's tense frame. The low growl of the engine seemed to mirror the turmoil in her mind.
Her eyes, betraying her thoughts, involuntarily stole glances in Zhang Wei's direction, her contemplations enshrouding her in a cloud of uncertainty.
'What's the plan now?'
'Why is he so eerily quiet?'
'Should I break the silence? But with what words?'
'Why did I even listen to him? Are all wealthy people this manipulative?'
