Aunt Ling looked at Lu Xiaojiu. She was silently driving, not knowing where they were headed, feeling a slight sense of unease. "Xiaojiu, where are you taking me? Ah Sheng will come to pick me up soon."
"I know." Lu Xiaojiu said indifferently. The car doors were locked, and as they drove along the cliff, Aunt Ling dared not act rashly. Lu Xiaojiu's voice was devoid of any emotion, "Aunt Ling, call Lu Bai."
"I won't call." Aunt Ling said.
Lu Xiaojiu kept her gaze forward, "It's not up to you."
"I know, Xiaojiu wouldn't hurt me."
"Really?" Lu Xiaojiu smiled at Aunt Ling, a look that sent chills down Aunt Ling's spine. It was a look as if she were a stranger, or an ant, not the elder who had watched her grow up and loved her like a daughter. Aunt Ling felt a pang in her heart at such a cold and empty smile.
