Zhou Qiluan, in a fit of pique, had left the Zhou Family to go to the Fu Family, and was now sitting in the passenger seat of Ji Luochen's car, her eyes closed as she rested.
She honestly buckled her seatbelt, leaned back in her seat, and clasped her hands naturally, quiet and well-behaved.
Ji Luochen sat in the driver's seat, driving.
His long, handsome fingers gripped the steering wheel, and every so often, he glanced at the girl with her eyes closed, his index finger unconsciously tapping the wheel.
He had intended to turn on the navigation, but as his distinct-knuckled fingers nearly touched his phone, he glanced at the girl and ultimately withdrew his hand.
He wanted to say something, but, not wanting to disturb the girl, he ended up saying nothing.
He felt that she was too quiet today, a silence so deep it caused suspicion.
Soon, they arrived back at the Fu Family estate.
