When she was in Hong Kong, Nan Zhi would video-call Mu Sihan everyday.
However, he did not look too good.
Why did he suddenly come and be the driver today?
Mu Sihan looked away from Nan Zhi, his black eyes looking up too glance at Elder Dong who was sitting behind. "Elder Dong."
Elder Dong nodded at Mu Sihan.
Their eyes met. There was not too much interaction, making it more like a silent exchange.
While they were waiting at the traffic, Nan Zhi could not help but glance at Mu Sihan. Almost at the same moment, he glanced at her as well.
His pair of black eyes were like wormholes at the bottom of the sea, deep to the point that he was about to suck her in.
She did not have the chance to say anything, when a large, warm hand wrapped around her soft one that was placed on her knee.
His gaze at her felt like he was conveying a million phrases. However, the quiet and cold him only said a few words. "It's been hard on you."
