After successfully killing time on the balcony, Lu Zhou left the waiter some cash for the drinks. He then immediately went to the parking lot and got into his black sedan.
"Back to Zhongshan International."
"Okay."
Wang Peng, who was in the driver's seat, nodded and soon began driving.
He talked about the Riemann zeta function with the lady for a long time. Even though, for the most part, he was talking by himself, he was still somehow inspired by the conversation.
Lu Zhou, who was sitting in the back seat, suddenly spoke.
"I need a tool."
Wang Peng paused for a second.
"… What tool?"
"… Nothing."
"Do you want to go to the supermarket?"
Lu Zhou shook his head and smiled.
"If only they sold it at the supermarket."
Wang Peng felt like if he kept on asking, he would be muddled by Lu Zhou's response. Therefore, he shut his mouth and focused on driving.