Shen Jing settled in comfortably, anticipating how the woody fragrance from his suit would soon cling to her, impossible to wash off. "Xihe Bay. I'm afraid Second Young Master will have to act as a driver once again."
He didn't respond, not even half a word.
Along the way, Zhou Luchen drove with focus, occasionally accelerating to overtake other cars.
Even with his daring driving skills, Shen Jing wasn't the least bit panicked; a cup of water placed beside her likely wouldn't have spilled a drop.
Realizing Zhou Luchen wasn't speaking to her, the atmosphere in the car grew exceptionally silent, utterly soundless.
That's right, the young master's typical capriciousness, alternating between hot and cold, is the norm.
Unsure why he was silent, Shen Jing's eyelids grew heavier. She curled up and slumped onto the seat to sleep, her mind empty.
Before long, the car braked to a stop in front of the Shen Family's mansion.
