Leng Yejin ignored her. He pondered for a moment with a deep gaze before he said, " let's get in the car first. The convoy is blocking the way here and affecting the traffic of the cars behind. Let's find a place to talk.
When he saw that Tong Lu did not move, he said, " "If you really don't want to live here, can I lock you up in the Leng family's house with two chains and make you too scared to even get in the car?"
Tong Lu only got into the car when she saw the car fleet behind them honking non-stop.
The two of them did not speak for the rest of the journey. Tong Lu tilted her head and looked out of the window. The lights were dim, and there was a slight drizzle. Just like her mood, she felt slightly damp, but it was not as satisfying as the baptism of a storm. She felt very bored.