Jiang Xue sat in the car, slightly closing her eyes, appearing as if she was resting. Mr. Lan saw her like this and felt quite satisfied.
However, Ah Huan was somewhat displeased. Previously, at school, because there were outsiders, some things were not easy to discuss.
Additionally, with the old man's critical illness, there wasn't any mind to talk about other matters. But now, in this car filled with familiar people, Jiang Xue still acted as if she was ignoring him. It would be strange for him to feel comfortable.
So, when he saw Jiang Xue resting her eyes, he reached out and tugged on her sleeve, saying, "Jiang Xue, come on, are you sleepy this early in the morning?"
"What is it?" Jiang Xue opened her eyes and glanced at Ah Huan, somewhat displeased. Naturally, she wasn't sleepy but rather she didn't want to know the route the car was taking or where they were headed.
After all, some things are better left unknown. After all, the identity of that old man doesn't seem simple.
