The underground parking garage was right in front of them.
Wen Xian hesitated for a moment but quickly followed him, asking in a soft voice, "You, you said you were just going to smoke a cigarette?"
Lu Xiao didn't turn his head, just strode to his car and dropped coldly, "No more talking, get in the car. I'm taking you home now."
Wen Xian's heart suddenly softened.
Was he still worried about her going home alone late at night?
But after getting in the car, just as she wanted to say something, she was silenced by Lu Xiao's indifferent facial expression, causing a lump in her throat. In the end, she held back.
Her small hand tugged at the seat belt in front of her, not daring to make a sound.
The car started quickly.
They left the hospital, on the way to take her home.
Twenty minutes into the drive, he hadn't said a word to her. The air in the car grew increasingly oppressive, making her chest feel tight and extremely uncomfortable.