The driver, Xiao Chen, steered the steering wheel to the right.
Lu Haiqiao spoke again. "Sir, that painting…"
Unexpectedly, she was interrupted again.
"Hai Qiao, you're up so early. Have you had breakfast?"
Clearly, Wu Sancai didn't want to answer this question.
Lu Haiqiao pursed her lips and nodded tactfully. "I've eaten. Sandwiches and black coffee."
"Sigh…" Wu Sancai sighed faintly. "You young people are always drinking coffee. It's bitter and astringent. I really don't know what's so good about it. When you have time, come and drink tea with an old man like me for a change. Your mood will be different."
"You're right." Lu Haiqiao's tone was indifferent. "I'll definitely visit you."
…
The black car passed through the city center in the early morning. About forty minutes later, it drove on a quiet but wide boulevard.
After another ten minutes, the car stopped in the shade of a dense tree.