Ling Chuxia hung her head, gently shaking her little head with a somewhat naive expression. Shi Che stared at her little head and reached out towards her as if he wanted to touch it, but in the end, he retracted his hand, gripped the steering wheel, and started the engine. The car moved.
The car didn't head towards the villa; instead, it went in another direction. Ling Chuxia, puzzled, sneaked a glance at Shi Che and finally asked, "Aren't we going home?"
Shi Che lazily hummed in response, but didn't seem inclined to explain. Although Ling Chuxia was curious, she didn't ask further.
Shi Che's car passed through the main road and entered an alley, turning left and right several times, before stopping in front of a private kitchen restaurant. Ling Chuxia looked up and was slightly stunned.
This private kitchen was famous in Liang City for its excellent taste, so despite its remote location, many people still drove here for a meal.
