The entire drive was silent, with a quiet atmosphere in the car. An Ziqi sneakily turned her head to glance at Xiao Moli. His thin lips were tightly pursed, showing no intention to speak.
She reached out and, acting as if nothing was wrong, tugged at his sleeve.
Xiao Moli kept his gaze fixed on the road, completely unmoved, looking every bit like someone focused on driving seriously.
An Ziqi's eyes shifted. "Honey, you tore off so many people's name tags today. You must be exhausted. Why don't you have some water?"
Saying this, she reached out, grabbed a bottle of water from the front of the car, opened it, and brought it to his lips.
"Not thirsty," Xiao Moli flatly rejected her.
An Ziqi pouted, drank the water herself, then carefully screwed the lid back on and returned the bottle to its place.
When the car reached their doorstep, Xiao Moli showed no sign of getting out. He pressed his lips together and said, "You go in first."
