The late night is exceptionally quiet, with few cars on the road.
While waiting at the red light, Jiang Nian glanced at Li Qingrong sitting in the passenger seat, then pulled out his phone to check their class group.
At two in the morning, Sun Zhicheng appeared to be unusually active.
As the green light appeared, Jiang Nian put away his phone and shifted the gear forward, but accidentally touched the class leader's leg.
"Hmm?"
He looked down, suddenly realizing.
"I was wondering why the gear shift didn't work—it turns out I made a mistake. It's all Qingqing's fault, your legs are too long."
Li Qingrong: "....."
Unwilling to engage with Jiang Nian's thick-skinned antics, she turned to look out the window. The night was heavy, only the embers of the construction site could be seen.
"Is there roadwork over there?"
"Seems so, just some repairs." Jiang Nian responded, steering, "Recently, it's been quiet again."
"Hmm." Li Qingrong nodded.
