He Xizhou remained silent and did not respond to her.
Shen Wanxing pursed her lips and turned to look at the car window, faintly seeing her own reflection as she touched her left cheek. Out of boredom, she breathed on the glass, fogging up a patch, and her finger slowly traced stars on the window, making a slight frictional sound as it moved across the glass.
He Xizhou turned his head, his expression cold.
Images flashed through his mind and overlapped with the scene before him, yet when he tried to focus, he couldn't recall them.
"President He!"
Having dealt with the mall issue, Lin Yuan quickly arrived and took his seat behind the wheel, quite consciously.
"Everything has been taken care of."
