The night cloaks Shanghai.
In the Bentley Mulsanne with two-tone colors.
Sitting in the backseat, Wen Ruan puts away her phone, raises her head, and looks to her right at Su Yu.
In a deliberately lowered voice, she says, "I've already sent the photos to Tang Song."
"Thank you, Wen Ruan." A clear voice echoes in the cabin as Su Yu softly says, "I'm sorry, you've been in Shanghai this long, and I haven't come to see you."
"You're too polite. I heard from Sister Xiang Wan that you've been in Shen City, as a big star like you must be really busy." Wen Ruan slightly flexes her legs, creating a crisp friction sound between her shoes and the soft carpet.
She still couldn't grasp Su Yu's intent.
Right after getting in the car, hardly exchanged a few words, and then took some selfies with her.
Then asked her to send them to Tang Song.
A series of moves felt like a big disconnect from her persona.
