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On the way to the agreed-upon restaurant, a white Lincoln SUV is moving forth. The driver and assistants are seated upfront, while Song Zhan and Yu Ting settle in the back seat. Currently, a hint of fragrance emanates from everyone, more or less.
At the moment, Song Zhan is adjusting his clothes and his posture on his seat occasionally.
The company generally gets tense during such times.
Yu Ting seated beside is better off. She is on her phone talking with someone.
"I've been doing pretty great lately. After class, I eat in the dining hall, then head back to the dormitory."
"Yes, yes, yes, I am studying and even completing my assignments."
Yu Ting's eyes drift towards the window as she talks over the solace call from her elderly mother. She adorably answers all of her mother's questions one by one. The person on the other end of the call seems more relieved than before.