Fu Shilv's car pulled up outside Sheng Youxia's studio. She happened to be preparing to head out as well.
The man honked, and Sheng Youxia, spotting his car, walked over a few steps.
Fu Shilv rolled down the window. "Want to grab a meal together?"
"No need. I'm a bit tired and want to rest early."
Sheng Youxia's expression was indifferent, as if nothing could pique her interest. "I have my own car as well."
Fu Shilv noticed behind her, An Qing and the young man from the store were walking out, chatting and laughing.
The two of them were probably involved romantically, exchanging glances, acting overly affectionate—one nudging the other's shoulder, the other lightly pushing an arm.
The sour scent of love was floating everywhere in the air.
Fu Shilv caught a faint whiff of sourness himself.
To say he wasn't envious would be a lie; he even felt a tinge of jealousy.
Sheng Youxia was about to head to her car, but before she took a step forward, she heard Fu Shilv's phone ring.