Holding a Conversation

Xia Ling had been on numerous luxurious cars. In her last life, she was even a member of the city's Super Speed Club.

Just by scanning the inside of the car from the back seat, she could roughly make up the car owner's character. It was probably someone well-organized and particular about details, but also somebody who made things seem a little dull at times.

Generally speaking, he was somewhat like Pei Ziheng.

However, compared to this car, Pei Ziheng's Rolls Royce looked even more lifeless and boring. Eventually, she could not take it anymore and covered the built-in leather seats with rabbit prints. Since then, every time he sat in the car in his suit and tie, there was an inexplicable sense of joy.

Xia Ling smiled slightly as past memories flashed through her mind.

Rong Ping caught a glimpse of her smile. "You seem to be in a pretty good mood."