The car darted through the night, and Jin Muchen glanced at the time. It was already close to dawn, the two people at home should be asleep by now.
He held onto the steering wheel, not really hearing what Zhou Yi was saying from the backseat, mumbling a vague response.
Zhou Yi, seeing his absent-mindedness, felt a touch of bitterness in her heart.
In the villa.
Su Qiqi tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. She said she trusted Jin Muchen, but she couldn't help but let her mind wander.
The more she lay there, the more awake she became. She glanced out the window to see the darkness outside, even the moon was obscured by clouds.
Just like now, she didn't know what she was tangled up in, she couldn't shake off all the thoughts in her head.
She dug out her phone, she had muted it earlier out of spite, thinking that he would call. But after all this time, there was still no message. She angrily tossed her phone aside.
