Mi Shen was startled for a moment before she turned her head to ask her dear Fengchang in the front seat, "Fengchang, what time is it now?"
She thought it was at most seven or eight in the evening, but looking at the deserted streets, could it be past midnight?
"Three o'clock," Li Fengchang focused on driving but added, "Just wait a bit longer, we'll be at that store soon."
Three o'clock?
Three o'clock in the morning?
Mi Shen's mouth twitched, "Forget it, Fengchang, that store closes at midnight."
At this hour, it would be eating a shut door.
But he still drove there.
Ten minutes later, Mi Shen sat in the car, leaning on the window, staring dumbfounded out the window, her jaw almost dropping.
Fengchang was actually ringing the doorbell of the sushi store, and once he started, he kept on for several minutes.
She had never seen such a persistent Fengchang...
