Song Xiaodong emerged from Shen Dongyang's house and darkness had already fallen. It was not yet spring in Tiannan, and the outside was still bitterly cold.
He hailed a taxi, preparing to head home. The driver was a chatty one, and as soon as Song Xiaodong got in, they struck up a conversation. Xiaodong casually humored him. Even at his current status, he never felt aloof; chatting with ordinary folks like this had a charm of its own.
"Whoa, that girl's dress is so flashy—daring to walk out alone. Doesn't she know our city isn't peaceful lately?"
As the car drove down a secluded street, the driver took one look at a stylishly dressed girl on the side of the road and immediately frowned with disapproval.
"Not peaceful? What's happened?" Song Xiaodong inquired.
