Feeling like a huge weight had lifted after the bank transactions, Zhang Ziwen took a look at Wu Min standing next to him. Her gorgeous face still as cold as ice, which made him silently wonder, why is such a beautiful woman always so stern?
"...Where are you going? I'll take you," Zhang Ziwen casually suggested, with a light smile, making sure to tread carefully. They were in a period of cooperation, the least he could do was be courteous.
After briefly checking her watch, Wu Min said emotionlessly,"...Take me home first."
As Zhang Ziwen drove the Passat towards downtown, both of them remained silent throughout the journey. Neither of them felt like striking up a conversation, creating an awkward atmosphere in the car. Zhang put on a CD—Song Lin's melodious voice filled the silence, as Zhang has gotten used to hearing Song Lin's ethereal voice. The music offered some relief to the stifling silence…
