On the way, Xia Bing and Zhao Yang didn't talk much. The car stereo was playing the heavy metal music that Xia Feng usually liked to listen to. After a while, Zhao Yang said he wanted to listen to something more sentimental, so Xia Bing turned off the music and switched on the radio.
After the car left the city, the scenery of the suburbs came into view.
"So, Xia Bureau, you're gonna be transferred away next year, right?" Zhao Yang leaned back in his seat, enjoying the landscape outside the window, and asked.
Xia Bing turned her head to glance at him and asked, "Why do you ask that?"
"Just making small talk, we're idle anyway, might as well chat a bit," Zhao Yang said nonchalantly.
"I haven't started to think about next year's matter," Xia Bing said.
"Yeah, next year is still a long way off, but speaking of which, you've completed your tasks quite well this year," Zhao Yang said with a smile.
"What tasks?" Xia Bing asked, puzzled.
