Luan Jingjing came out of the bar, driving her mid-range car back to the apartment.
Since she hadn't drunk, there was no need to worry about other troubles. After having cleared up what needed to be dealt with, Luan Jingjing was in an exceptionally good mood. The scenery that had seemed gray on her way to the bar now appeared vividly colorful, full of bright lights and bustling nightlife.
At a junction, she stopped the car, waiting for the signal light, resting her head on her hand which lay on the steering wheel. Her gaze appeared somewhat dazed.
Her expression clearly showed a mix of tension and excitement. Her fingertips tapped lightly on the steering wheel as she murmured to herself: "Liu Yichen, can you really help me? What's the reason?"
As the green light turned on, Luan Jingjing drove on absent-mindedly, continuing forward. People often find the path ahead uncertain when they overthink.
