After the banquet ended.
Xie Changyan got into Su Linzhou's car, heading to the racetrack.
Along the way, his phone kept buzzing with messages.
Xie Changyan leaned languidly against the seat, with his shirt collar slightly open and a hint of alcohol on him, the breeze coming through the car window ruffled his hair, giving him an air of casual charm.
Whenever a message came through, he would glance at it but never replied, his fingertips tapping lightly on the car window as he looked outside, seemingly lost in thought.
"Who keeps sending them, so persistent?" Su Linzhou asked.
Xie Changyan remained silent.
Driven by curiosity, Su Linzhou took a quick peek at Xie Changyan's phone screen when he checked it once more.
With a swift move, Xie Changyan locked the screen, his eyes shot a cold glance at him.
That nervous?
Suddenly realizing something, Su Linzhou shuddered, "The person texting you can't be Lin Xu, can it?"