Ye Feimo was driving, and Wen Nuan was on her phone. As soon as she went online, she saw the news about today's A City Film Critics Awards, which was everywhere. Wen Nuan frowned and turned off her phone again. Ye Feimo glanced at her. Just then, Wen Nuan looked up, smiled faintly, and closed the web page.
The car stopped downstairs at the apartment building. As soon as Ye Feimo unbuckled his seatbelt, Wen Nuan pounced, affectionately looping her arm through his and rubbing her head against his shoulder. "Ye Feimo, thank you."
Ye Feimo raised an eyebrow, reaching out to ruffle her hair, and asked with a smile, "Thank me for what?"
"Everything!" Wen Nuan said with a laugh. Ye Feimo was in a cheerful mood. He raised an eyebrow playfully, his dark eyes sweeping over Wen Nuan, a deep shade in them. "I don't mind if you thank me in a different way."