The car passed through several commercial streets, and just as Mo Nanjue was about to turn off the main road, Tong Ran suddenly pulled on him, "There, there!" She pointed excitedly at the car window, "It's the night market!"
"Night market?" The man glanced over, his brows immediately furrowing together. In his mind, such places were always dirty and chaotic.
"Yeah, there are so many snacks there," Tong Ran was already hungry, her eyes glued to the window with longing, nearly drooling. She knew the man didn't like it, so she asked tentatively, "Mo Nanjue, can we go there to eat?"
The man didn't even think before refusing, "No."
"Why not?"
"No reason."
"..."
Tong Ran, just looking at those steaming food stalls made her drool with envy. She held onto his hand, "Let's just go once. You've never been there; let me take you to see?"
"Have you ever been to the slums? Want me to take you there to see?"
