Zhang Qian left Wen Suihan's apartment, and with nothing to do, he drove his car onto the expressway alone.
The September night's breeze was cool, so he decided to turn off the air conditioning, letting his car form a long streak under the halo of the street lamps.
The phone's video call alert kept sounding.
Two minutes later, he grudgingly answered it.
As the video connected, Lin Shuyu's face, adorned with exquisite makeup, appeared on the screen.
Lin Shuyu greeted him with a playful tone, "Hi, Ah Qian, I've safely arrived in Canada, so you don't need to worry... What are you up to?"
Zhang Qian, eyes focused on the road ahead, replied, "Driving."
Lin Shuyu, dressed in a bathrobe, placed her pad not far from her sight and suddenly produced a face mask from somewhere, starting her nightly beauty routine.
