The car stopped in a street-side parking lot, with Lan Mu wearing a baseball cap and mask to cover his face, but his height and physique still couldn't avoid the gazes of passersby.
He was photographed all the way to the parking lot.
Upon entering the car, Yan Zao fastened her seatbelt and started the vehicle, Lan Mu took out his wallet from his pocket, and extracted the only two hundred-yuan bills inside, placing them in the empty space in the car.
Without saying a word.
Yan Zao didn't immediately understand why he was handing over the money and asked curiously, "What's this for?"
Lan Mu: "Gas money."
With those two indifferent words, he adjusted his seat back, lay down, and closed his eyes.
The light in Yan Zao's eyes suddenly dimmed, her grip on the steering wheel tightening.
Her heart felt as if it was being clawed at, the pain wringing it, and her pride was howling—she restrained herself from taking the two hundred yuan and throwing it in Lan Mu's face.
