Li Jiaren sat in the car without saying a word, looking at the roaring car outside the window. She looked indifferent and couldn't see what she was thinking.

Liu Shutong looked at her in the rearview mirror, but he was a little shocked. He always felt that Li Jiaren had changed, become more mature and sensible, but at the same time, he seemed to be more silent.

it's more than nine o'clock in the evening when I get home.

after a quick bath, Li sent a wechat to Ning Zhiyuan, asking if he had slept.

at the same time, it's another way to tell him that she has returned home....