Rain lashed against the car window. Song Qingyi sat in the passenger seat, her fingertips tapping lightly against her knees.
From time to time, she glanced at Tang Zhiwei, who was at the wheel. From the moment they had gotten into the car until now, Tang Zhiwei had kept his face cold, without uttering a single word. Song Qingyi had no idea what he was playing at this time.
The car slowed to a halt at a red light. Tang Zhiwei’s profile looked exceptionally stern under the glare of the streetlights, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel.
Chapter 35