On the way home, Robby was driving.
Jiang Muwan sat in the back seat, watching the retreating night cityscape of the Capital. Perhaps the weather was too cold, as the pedestrians on the road were gradually decreasing.
Occasionally, someone hurried past, bundled up in their coat, head down, rushing toward the subway station.
Their steps were so quick that they were almost unstoppable.
Beside her, Gu Jiangnian was on the phone. Xu Fang's call came at just the right moment, perhaps precisely timed, and throughout the journey, Jiang Muwan's ears were filled with Gu Jiangnian's calm voice.
For the most part, he just quietly listened, occasionally giving his opinion.
Meanwhile, Jiang Muwan was sorting out the entire Capital's network and the connections between families in her mind.
Thinking even about the prospects for future development among her peers.
Or the positions they would eventually hold.
