Night, Shengtian.
Chen Jiao seemed to be heading towards some distant corner. She had been driving southwards for over twenty minutes without any sign of stopping soon. Xiaojin followed her unhurriedly. Holding the steering wheel with one hand, she even managed to touch up on her makeup with the spare one.
Dotting her face several times with an eyeliner and dusting a thin layer of powder over the top, she only put away her makeup bag with satisfaction after checking her reflection in the rearview mirror.
On the passenger seat, Long Qiu was burying her head in her phone when she suddenly said, "Why, Brother said they'd finished over there. He thought it went well. They seemed to have a good impression of him."
"Of course they did! Who in the right mind would say no to an immortal son-in-law landing at their doorstep? Where are they now… damn it! Bi*ch!"
Xiaojin hit the brakes hard—a car in the front had deliberately got into her way.
