The night was thickening, and neon lights along the street flickered with colorful halos.
Lin Qian sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly at the street scene outside the window.
The carriage was silent.
Nangong Li drove, his gaze shifting toward Lin Qian, his slender, peach-shaped eyes twinkling slightly.
One after another, both in a bad mood.
It seemed that today he was not only the driver but also the consoler.
Nangong Li curled his lips slightly, turned on some light music in the car, and spoke, "Lin, you seem to be in a bad mood. Did you have a disagreement with Old Yin?"
Old Yin had lost his temper at someone at the dinner table and left the person behind when he walked away; he hoped she wouldn't overthink it.
Lin Qian didn't speak but just reached out to tidy the hair by her ear.