"That's good, that's good." Mrs. Huangpu repeated the sentence twice, her voice growing lower and lower.
The carriage fell into an awkward silence, and neither mother nor son spoke for a moment, which made the place exceptionally quiet—the kind of absolute, awkward silence.
The light turned red, and Su Cheng floored the gas pedal, sending the car flying off like an arrow released from a bow.
At the same time, Mrs. Huangpu's phone rang. It was Mr. Huangpu calling to ask where they were.
Mrs. Huangpu hesitated, looking at Su Cheng, but said nothing.
Su Cheng caught a glimpse of Mrs. Huangpu from the corner of his eye. Without much hesitation, after a brief silence, he pulled the car over to the side of the road: "Mom, get off here and wait for Dad. I don't want to talk too much with him."
