Bab 223: Stingy for That 100 (3)

Su Zhinian did not say anything. His hand paused for a moment on Song Qingchun's forehead and realized she was thinking about the Christmas five years ago when he had rushed to fetch her at the airport. His heart greatly softened. Staring at the top of her head, he said, "Okay."

His eyes softened, and he was as ethereal as a god sent from the stars, caught in the moon's halo, as he repeated the words she'd just said. "Let's go home."

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After they got into the car, Su Zhinian turned on the heater. Not only that, he went into the trunk to retrieve a blanket for Song Qingchun. Looking at the car parked in front of them, he picked up his phone to call the towing company he had contacted before he got there.

Both of them had come from the city, but when he arrived at Song Qingchun's location, the towing company had only covered one-third of the journey; it would be another 3 hours before the towing company reached their spot.