Chu Wu walked out of the hospital holding some belongings.
Cars filled the road endlessly, and Chu Wu did not know where he should go at this moment.
"Beep—"
A black sports car stopped in front of him.
The car window rolled down, revealing the face of a young girl; her fair chin lifted slightly, like that of a proud and elegant cat.
"Get in."
It was not a question.
Chu Wu did not know where to go either; perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him, so he opened the car door and got in.
"Where to?"
"Anywhere will do."
Chuzheng drove the car, while Chu Wu rested his chin on his hand, watching the streetscapes flashing by outside the window.
After a while, Chu Wu spoke, "Why did that person suddenly confess?"
"A sudden attack of conscience," Chuzheng answered nonchalantly.
A sudden attack of conscience?
How could that kind of person have a sudden attack of conscience?
"What did you do?"
This affair was definitely related to her.