Let's be honest.
In Beidu, there are times when taking a car is not necessarily faster than the subway.
However, Bai Qinghua's company is a perfect destination for driving today.
Chonghui is in the driver's seat, Nan Zhubin is in the passenger seat, and Mo Kai is sitting in the back.
During the drive, Nan Zhubin glanced at Chonghui.
[Fingers lightly tapping the steering wheel in rhythm.]
[The corner of his mouth is lifted steadily, about 5 degrees higher than usual.]
[In a good mood.]
"Senior brother, do you like cars?" Nan Zhubin suddenly asked.
A similar emotion had appeared in Jiangdu on Chonghui before.
Chonghui blinked, momentarily distancing himself from his emotions: "Oh, junior brother... can you drive?"
"Yes."
"That's great," Chonghui said, "In our line of work, psychological consultation may be the main business, but there are lots of other jobs requiring travel. Knowing how to drive makes everything much easier."
"Like this time?" Nan Zhubin asked.
