Nan Wan listened quietly, keeping her gaze lowered, so she didn't notice the meaningful look in the man's eyes. "I think, Mr. Mu, this is rather pointless. Not only does it waste your time, but it also troubles me."
However, he didn't seem to be listening to what she said.
Mu Jin Huan raised his hand to bring the cigarette to his lips, taking a drag. The flame flared brightly for a moment before dimming again.
The bluish-white smoke rose slowly, shrouding his face, misty and indistinct.
Then, he stubbed it out and rolled up the car window. "Opportunity used up, don't regret it."
He restarted the car and turned around.
The whole process took only a few seconds.
Nan Wan was a bit dazed, lifting her head to stare blankly at the man's profile, asking in confusion, "Where are we going now?"
In the depths of Mu Jin Huan's eyes, there was an emotion that others could not understand. His thin lips parted slightly, and he spoke two faint words, "Home."
