Mo Shiche looked at her smiling face and said indifferently, "Get in the car, breakfast is getting cold."
Luo Qiangwei didn't refuse and got in, giving the address.
It was the department store.
Throughout the ride, Luo Qiangwei nibbled on rice balls and browsed through the photos on her phone. Mo Shiche occasionally glanced over and happened to see one picture, which showed a man in a hospital gown, his face covered in bandages so his features were unclear.
And she was leaning intimately against the man's shoulder, smiling with crescent-shaped eyes, making a peace sign with her fingers.
That smile, compared to the one aimed at him, differed by a huge margin.
With a slightly dimmed gaze, Mo Shiche asked softly, "Your friend got injured and is in the hospital?"
Luo Qiangwei put away her phone and didn't answer, just saying, "Drive faster, I've arranged to meet someone and I'm going to be late."
