Xie Shang hung up the phone: "Wasn't talking about you."
Oh, he was referring to the person on the other end of the call.
It seemed that person had also hit someone, no wonder they encountered Xie Shang at the police station.
"Have you eaten well?"
"Mhm."
Xie Shang took her raincoat: "Then let's go."
The night after the rain was windy. Summer had arrived late this year, and the moist breeze was cool. It caressed the skin without cutting to the bone, providing a snug comfort.
Xie Shang drove very slowly. Wen Changling was a bit sleepy and didn't feel much like talking. She rested her head against the window, watching the uniformly spaced streetlights racing backward, lulling her to drowse. The volume of the car radio was turned down low, a singer's voice wafting through, sounding pleasant.
The drive took half an hour, and the car stopped at the back gate of the yard.