On the other side, under the night sky.
Aston was driving halfway back to Tan Garden.
Inside the car, Lu Fengxuan was bored stiff, looking down as she toyed with the man's distinctively knuckled fingers. Her small hand rested in his palm, making a comparison.
"They're really long," she concluded after comparing the length of their fingers.
Yu Chiyin's right hand held his phone, dealing with two urgent documents as he glanced from the corner of his eye at their overlapping hands. With a flip of his large hand, he grasped her mischievous small hand in his palm.
"I've heard that a man's middle finger being particularly long represents..."
Her eager voice suddenly stopped.
Lu Fengxuan sneaked a glance at him, seeing that he seemed to have not noticed what she'd said and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
She tilted her head and patted her forehead, calling herself a blabbermouth!
