The Carpark

With the military officer under one foot, Lou Cheng read the message to Yan Zheke. Before he asked anything, she turned the steering wheel with her eyes fixated on the road.

"Let's go."

"Huh?" asked Lou Cheng, slightly caught off guard.

"Weren't you going to ask me if we should go?" Yan Zheke drove fast. Sporadic gunshots sounded in the midnight. "My answer is we should."

She stopped and pursed her lips into a self-deriding smile.