Olaf York's car stopped steadily downstairs of the Sincere Tower, with a smile, he asked Jaylene Ziel, who was unbuckling her seat belt, "Do you want me to take you back this afternoon?"
"No need, our get-off work time in the afternoon might not be the same," Jaylene shook her head, turned to Olaf York in the driving seat, and said, "Thank you!"
"Why so polite? I rode in your carpool before too," Olaf York laughed and suggested, "Since we're both on the same route, and our two companies are not far apart, why don't we just carpool together from now on?"
"Better not," Jaylene shook her head with a smile, saying casually, "I might not be living in Star Ocean City soon, so we probably won't be on the same route."
Olaf York raised an eyebrow, "Why wouldn't you live in Star Ocean City? Is Second Young Master Thompson planning to move?"
"I don't know if he's planning to move or not," Jaylene told the truth, "But I am moving."
