"Why didn't you wait in the car?" Xu Qingyan asked, holding a small bag in his hand.
"It's stuffy in the car," she said.
Whether the car was stuffy or not varied from person to person.
As soon as she got into the car, Pei Muchan took the initiative to sit in the passenger seat. Seeing that he hadn't moved and was standing at the car door, she couldn't help but glance at him, her phoenix eyes spirited, with a hint of confusion.
"What's wrong?"
"No, nothing." He opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, casually tossed the bag onto the back seat, and glanced again at Pei Muchan, who was sitting in the passenger seat.
He skillfully drove the car forward and started talking.
"Besides the interview, something interesting happened yesterday."
"What?"
"A few universities contacted me to buy the cover copyright for 'Fragrance of Rice,' planning to use it as the main chorus piece for the freshman evening party." He laughed, "Haha, a campus chorus, that's classic."
