The car stopped in front of a busy street. The front was brightly lit, and the sound of hawkers and diners was endless. It didn't look like it was midnight at all.
"Thank you," he said. Yuan Zhou paid the bill and then got off the car.
"You're welcome," The driver counted the money and drove away.
As soon as he got off the car, Yuan Zhou remembered to turn on his phone. At that time, Yin ya's text message came in. Looking at the text message, Yuan Zhou subconsciously typed,
[I rarely go out, so this is the first time I'm saying this.]
After writing the message, Yuan Zhou wanted to click "send," but when he found it was already 12:30 am, he gave up the idea.
"I'll post it in the morning so that I won't disturb her sleep. " Yuan Zhou thought in his heart. After saving the message, he walked towards the snack Street.
The more the night market was, the more common the double-skin milk could be found. Yuan Zhou walked into the street with such a mood.
