On the highway, Tang Xiaowan gazed out the car window, anxiety ridden, as Qingcheng drew closer and closer.
Her phone had been confiscated by Li Zishen, and now, without even a means to distract herself, she was left with nothing to do but stare at the scenery.
Should she fix her gaze on the overbearing man beside her?
Little did she know, Li Zishen was watching her at that very moment.
The girl was dressed quite plainly today.
Her mid-sleeve dress was white on top and black on the bottom, paired with all-black four-season shoes, and even the small shoulder bag she carried was a simple pure white.
Her jet-black hair cascaded straight down her back, adding a touch of docility to her appearance.
This outfit must be for Grandma Tang!
It was almost two months since the old lady passed away on July 15th.
Throughout the whole of July, Li Zishen had only seen Tang Xiaowan once, and after that, on August 15th, the night he had stormed into Mei Garden to save her from an attack.
