Fang Qing had already come out dressed neatly, clad in a gray ladies' suit, light makeup applied, her beautiful black hair done up, projecting the image of an intelligent and capable elite woman.
"Tsk,"
Jiang Chen sized her up, his eyes showing admiration, "You've got the look now."
"Go brush your teeth, hurry up."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Jiang Chen, playful as ever, hopped up and went to the bedroom to freshen up.
Fang Qing set about preparing breakfast.
Noodles with a fried egg, a quick meal later, the pair headed downstairs together.
Jiang Chen pressed for the first basement level.
"We need to take the subway," Fang Qing reminded.
"I got your car back for you."
Upon reaching the underground parking lot, Fang Qing indeed saw her Maserati.
The two got into the car.
Jiang Chen took on the role of the driver, "The Intermediate Court in the Beiding District?"
Fang Qing nodded.