After getting in Song Zhe's car, Liu Zhizhong still lit up a cigarette and handed it over.
Song Zhe didn't smoke, clipped it to his ear, and started driving to the hospital.
The early morning air in the Southern Suburb of the Provincial City was fresh, and the temperature was just right, so Song Zhe didn't turn on the air conditioning. Instead, he rolled down the windows, letting the breeze in—it was quite refreshing.
While smoking, Liu Zhizhong chuckled and said, "Brother Zhe, where are we heading for the health checkup today?"
"You'll know when we get there."
"Oh..." Liu Zhizhong nodded, having nothing better to do, and just watched to see how efficiently Song Zhe could handle things, "Brother Zhe, where's Immortal Country?"
Song Zhe: "..."
Liu Zhizhong shook his head inwardly, "Brother Zhe, you've got a wife, right? What about the kids?"
Song Zhe: "..."
This guy, used to silence. He talks when it's time to talk, and when it's not, he doesn't add a single word.
