Lu Jinchen drove through the city in silence. From time to time, he would look at Xia Yuqing who was sitting next to her. Her face was turned toward the window, her eyes fixed on the passing scenery as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
There was no tension in her shoulders. No nervous flick of her fingers. Not even a slight tremor in her breath. She was calm. Too calm.
His grip on the wheel tightened. Did he miscalculate? Was she really not involved? But his gut said otherwise. This woman had something to do with it—he just needed to corner her smartly.
Meanwhile, Xia Yuqing, fully aware of his sneaky glances, kept her expression neutral. Outwardly, she was as serene as a Zen master but inside? Her heart was doing backflips.
Had he figured it out?