Dudu seemed to sense safety and, sitting in Ziyan's arms, started babbling nonsense again, saliva dripping onto her finger and wetting her clothes.
Su Yuecheng still seemed to be fuming, silent the entire way, driving with a sullen expression and at a speed much faster than usual.
The car was filled only with Dudu's unique babble, while the two adults sat in silence.
The car stopped at Su Yuecheng's residence. Ziyan opened the door and realized they weren't at her familiar neighborhood before it dawned on her that they weren't heading to her own home.
He was sulking, and she didn't know whose anger he was harboring. He didn't talk to her but came around to help her hold Dudu, then without any instructions from him, he headed straight forward.
Ziyan pinched her long sleeves, looked down at the coat of his she was wearing, and, withstanding the pain in her body, she quickened her pace to follow.
