The driver replied "Yes" then changed direction.
Han Zhifan reached for his phone and started typing away.
There was no music playing in the car nor was Han Zhifan speaking to the driver, so the car was unusually quiet. The sound of him tapping on his phone's keyboard sounded particularly crisp.
"Come to my place tonight. I'll be at your building in twenty minutes."
Han Zhifan typed slowly and he took a long time to write his short message.
He stared at the words on the screen for a long time before he entered Lin Na's number and pressed send.
Lin Na was probably playing on her phone at the time because as soon as his phone displayed the "message sent" notification, her reply came through: "Alright."
Han Zhifan didn't reply to Lin Na with more details and he put his phone on the seat beside him.
He stared out the window absentmindedly as the car drove quickly down the road.
