The early morning sun rose, and the eastern sky was dyed golden by the sunlight, looking dreamlike and beautiful.
Lu Lingche sat in the car, looking down at his phone.
In the chat window with Qiao Yin, there was still only his own messages, she hadn't replied at all.
Maybe she hadn't woken up yet, she would send a message back after getting up.
The car drove through clean and tidy streets, passed through several streets, and entered an old and dilapidated neighborhood. This place felt out of place compared to other areas outside, with a messy air all around.
Many breakfast stalls had already started selling food early in the morning, with an endless queue of customers.
Suddenly, Yu Fei, who was driving, hit the brakes: "President Lu, Fang Liuye is right there at the snack stall buying breakfast, should I bring her into the car?"
