Qin Shuang had been staring out of the car window since she got in.
She used to long to learn news of He Zhiyao, but it was as if He Zhiyao had evaporated from the face of the earth, leaving no trace at all.
Now, suddenly, she had bumped into him twice in two days.
Qin Shuang felt a bit distracted, wondering why fate was toying with her like this.
Song Qinghe was sitting next to Qin Shuang, hesitantly looking at her several times, struggling to figure out how to start the conversation.
It wasn't until the car was nearly at Qin Shuang's place that Song Qinghe finally asked, "When did you run into He Zhiyao?"
"Huh?" Qin Shuang came back to reality, replying a beat too slow, "Last night."
Song Qinghe remembered Chen Jing mentioning that she had drunk a lot last night.
He slightly furrowed his brow.
"What do you think about him now?" Song Qinghe, looking at Qin Shuang who had been absent-minded ever since she got in the car, decided to ask anyway.