Having learned from the scolding and kicking she'd experienced before, now whenever Tong Ran was in the car, the driver would sit stiffly, not moving an inch, eyes straight ahead, focused solely on driving.
Since they were past the rush hour, there was no traffic congestion on the way.
The atmosphere inside the vehicle was unusually silent.
Seated on the left side of the backseat, Tong Ran found it odd and cast a sideways glance at the man beside her.
Mo Nanjue sat with his legs crossed, his long right hand resting on the window edge; the man's handsome profile was turned to the side, his dark eyes narrowing with the passing of streetlights outside the window, lips slightly pursed.
The tail ring on his right pinky finger shone with a silver-blue light.
Logically speaking, every time they left work to return to the Imperial Dragon Mansion, Mo Nanjue would have been handsy, initiating affection...
But why was he so out of character today?
