After dinner, Lu Xingzhi drove Jiang Yao home. They had just left her parents' home, and she was in a happy mood. As she sat in the front passenger seat, she would gently hum the most popular song of the day.
Jiang Yao's singing was not good. Occasionally, she would go out of tune and forget the lyrics. However, Lu Xingzhi felt refreshed listening to her singing. She lightly hummed a tune, and the expression on her face was very gentle. The corners of her lips were relaxed into a smile. A pair of eyes that seemed to be able to speak was looking out of the window. Occasionally, they would turn around and look at his face for two seconds before moving away and continuing to sing as if nothing had happened.