A seat beside trouble

As the car hummed along the busy road, Ming Yue sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery, though her mind was too cloudy to register any of it. Her thoughts circled endlessly, like a leaf caught in a whirlpool. Why had Wan Yi Jun suddenly asked her to come to his office? Had he discovered something? The unease twisted in her chest, clawing at her calm like an unwelcome storm brewing on the horizon.

On the other hand, Han Ze Min, ever the embodiment of nonchalance, looked entirely at peace behind the wheel, perhaps even a little too pleased. After all, it wasn't every day he got to steal a moment alone with Ming Yue. He kept sneaking glances at her, as though trying to memorize every subtle shift in her expression. But she offered him little more than clipped answers and cold silences, which only seemed to amuse him more rather than deter him.