After a while, a black sedan stopped in front of Jian Qing.
The driver rolled down the window, and his gaze toward Jian Qing was respectful.
"Master."
Jian Qing nodded, pulled open the car door, and walked into the back seat.
"Let's go."
The sedan took off, kicking up a trail of fine dust.
In the car, Jian Qing rubbed her somewhat sore wrists and touched the ring on her finger, pausing for a moment.
She had nearly forgotten, tomorrow is Xiaojing's birthday.
She picked up her phone to check the time; it was already past one in the morning.
"To the cake shop."
It was their first birthday together, and she had promised to celebrate it with him.
The driver was momentarily startled upon hearing her words.
"Master, the cake shops are closed at this hour."
In the middle of the night, who would still be selling cakes?
"I'll take care of this myself, just drive to the city center for now."
"Yes."
