After leaving the bar, the cold wind swept over her body instantly. Rong Zhi squinted against the wind, carefully identifying Ying Yunlin's position. She saw him standing across the street, pointing at her, then at her car.
Rong Zhi turned and walked towards her own car. It wasn't long before the passenger door opened, and Ying Yunlin, carrying the chill, got in.
"Where to?"
The two had known each other for nearly three years. Ying Yunlin's intentions were clear to her with just a glance. As she turned the key, she casually asked.
Ying Yunlin fastened his seatbelt, leaning back with a light chuckle, "Anywhere. Let me experience Little Ying God's driving skills again."
Rong Zhi replied with a hum, pressed on the accelerator, and with four drones illuminating the way, she drove Ying Yunlin wildly along the sparsely populated streets of Beijing.
