The Cullinan started its engine and drove out of the underground garage on Dongzhi Street.
The high beams lit up the road ahead as rain streamed densely, slanting through the air like endless strands of thread.
After getting in the car, Shen Chaoxi turned her head to the side of the window glass and fell silent.
To walk from this residential area to the entrance of No. 1 Middle School only required passing through an alley, a ten-minute journey on foot, but driving involved a detour that actually took longer than walking.
The heater in the car was on, creating a warm and particularly comfortable atmosphere.
"Why don't you talk?" Shang Jianghan glanced at her side, only to see the back of her ponytail.
The girl had beautiful hair, black, straight, and shiny.
Just by looking at the slightly curled tips, one could tell she had a stubborn nature.
Shang Jianghan wanted to find an excuse for his earlier recklessness, but he didn't quite know what to say.