Qinghe deliberately joked with a laugh, hoping to relax them, "Rannan, if you don't tell me where your house is, where am I supposed to drive to?"
Both of their faces turned red immediately, thinking that they had been in the car for quite a while, and wondering why it hadn't moved yet—turns out they had forgotten to give their address. Rannan hurriedly recited their home address. After speaking, she felt something was off, glanced at the car, thought about her home, and pursed her lips without saying anything. However, the concern in her eyes was obvious, as she enviously stroked the soft cushion on the seat, which was surely made of leather. Yet there wasn't a hint of jealousy in her eyes, which remained as clear and bright as ever.
Qinghe nodded inwardly, she indeed hadn't misjudged her.
