Perhaps it was the extremely oppressive atmosphere that compelled Zhang Lingyu to be the first to break the silence. She chuckled and looked at Tang Yi, saying, "Mr. Tang, I've realized that I'm starting to get jealous of your wife."
Smelling the aroma of red wine on her breath, Tang Yi laughed, "We're still more than an hour away from Provincial City, you should take a nap first."
Zhang Lingyu stared at him without speaking, but it wasn't long before the red wine took effect and she leaned on Tang Yi's shoulder, gently falling asleep.
By the moonlight, Tang Yi gazed at her, as beautiful as if she had just stepped out of a painting.
Considering how tired Zhang Lingyu had been these past days, he slightly shifted his position to make her lean more comfortably.
Turning his head to the side, Tang Yi looked out the window with a sense of foreboding in his heart.
