The sedan departed with a vroom. It was tense inside the car and a heavy silence hung in the air. Xiao 's fingers fidgeted with her purse. The golden threads were curling its design all over surface of the bag.
She thought about the items inside her bag, and her head felt foggy.
The dark night fell over the road, and everything was silent. The car was not headed in the direction of their house, but Xiao didn't ask where they were going.
How long had they been on the road? As they were about to reach the Han River, Jun Shang finally spoke.
"About your private life, Ming Yin... he is quite an interesting person."
At his words, Xiao froze up. Her hand clenched her purse.
"I only knew him as President Min's driver's son. That's what was in the preliminary report."
The streetlamps passed by in a whir.
"But as I looked into it a bit further, I found out that he isn't the driver's biological son."
