Time marched on, and in the blink of an eye, more than five years had passed.
"I know, I know, I know," Su Lu cradled the phone between her shoulder and ear, one hand holding a bag, the other cupping a small flower pot with several tender sprouts that were indistinguishable as to variety, swaying and covered with dew, they looked quite pitiable.
She opened the car door, tossing her five-digit-priced bag in like a garbage bag.
But the small flower pot in her hands was treated with care, gently placed into the cup holder in front of the car's center console.
Su Lu started the car and connected the phone call to the vehicle's Bluetooth.
The voice from the other end filled the car's luxurious sound system in surround sound.
"Take your time getting here, there's no rush, and be careful driving, alright?" Zhao Ying's voice was gentle, full of caution.
Su Lu's eyes crinkled up with a smile, "Okay..." She drew out the word, her tone slightly coquettish, "I know..."
