Song Shiwei suddenly realized, "I see."
Perhaps because of her successful divorce from Qi Yunqian, Song Shiwei was in a very cheerful mood. She leaned forward a little, crossed her hands on the back of the chair to support her chin, and smiled at Shifei, "You're not getting any younger either, do you have any girl you like?"
"If you do, you can tell your sister, and I'll be your wingwoman!"
Just as she said this, the traffic light at the intersection ahead turned red.
Shifei stopped the car and turned to look at her.
His expression remained aloof, but his eyes held a hint of intensity as he looked at her.
Song Shiwei hesitated for a moment, the smile slowly fading from her face. She slowly withdrew her hands from the backrest and after a few seconds of silence, she asked softly, "You couldn't possibly... have fallen for me, could you?"
Shifei's eyes narrowed slightly, withdrew his gaze, started the car, and merged into traffic, his voice indifferent, "Is that not allowed?"
