On the way back, Jian Si indeed did not speak to Nan Zhan at all, but was engrossed in studying the shopping list in her hand.
Nan Zhan looked at her through the rearview mirror for the Nth time, seeing her still focused on that tattered piece of paper, and feeling somewhat stifled, he couldn't help but step on the gas pedal.
Jian Si, unprepared, suddenly lurched forward, and fortunately, the seatbelt prevented her from hitting the seat in front.
After stabilizing herself, Jian Si glared angrily at the man driving and he nonchalantly remarked, "A dog."
Jian Si looked outside the window, on the smooth road, there wasn't even a shadow of a dog, she snorted: Childish.
Having teased Jian Si, Nan Zhan was in a good mood, and his constantly furrowed brows also relaxed.
"By the way, how did you know that Li Ronghua used to trade stocks?" Jian Si suddenly thought of this question; he had been so certain about it, and Li Ronghua didn't deny it either.
