"Alright, boss!" the driver nodded in response.
Su Xingyue looked surprised, "Didn't you say you weren't going?"
"Can't I go on a work-related errand along the way?" he retorted, squinting those ink-colored eyes at her.
"Sure..." she nodded helplessly.
...
In ten minutes' drive, the driver brought the car to a small town nearby and thoughtfully parked outside the only mutton soup shop.
It had been twelve years, and it was the first time that Su Xingyue had the courage to come back.
To her surprise, after so many years, the little shop's sign had not changed.
Only, the elderly couple who used to run it had been replaced by a young husband and wife.
"Boss, two bowls of your signature mutton soup, please!" As soon as she entered, Su Xingyue said to the owner and, after finishing, she turned to Nan Yuling next to her and said generously, "I'll treat you today."
With that, she took a seat by the entrance.