The high-rise buildings by the roadside increased in number, and An Yin's anxious heart gradually relaxed. Seeing that the man remained silent, An Yin, after hesitating for a few seconds, looked vaguely towards the front of the car, her gaze wandering, and mumbled, "Where do you want to go?"
Without responding to her, Meng Sihan lazily rested one hand on the steering wheel, his cool face continuously exuding an air of solitary bewilderment.
"If you don't answer, I'm going to get out of the car." An Yin sat upright, the words she spoke sounding playfully fierce, lacking in any real intimidation.
"It's my birthday today."
The man spoke suddenly.
"Birthday?" The man's answer was unexpected, and An Yin's mind slightly stalled. She repeated the man's words and blurted out thoughtlessly, "Meng Sihan, happy birthday!"
As he listened to the girl's hesitant words, a warm sensation coursed through Meng Sihan's cold heart.
"Thank you." His calm gaze surveyed the road conditions.
