Yan Qi's car drove away from the hospital.
The streets were bustling; Lu Fengxuan sat in the back, leaning against the window, as streaks of neon light flickered across her face.
Since getting into the car, she had not spoken a word. Now that Yan Qi had calmed down, he gestured with raised eyebrows to Yan Jiu, hinting for him to start a conversation and ask about the situation.
Yan Jiu hadn't figured out how to start talking when he noticed Lu Fengxuan suddenly sit up straight, staring intently out of the window.
It was unclear what she was looking at, but she was looking very earnestly.
Yan Jiu called her a few times. She snapped back to reality and replied, "Xiaojiu, what's up?"
"Nothing much, just curious what you were looking at. I called you several times but you didn't hear me."
Hearing that Yan Jiu hadn't gotten to the main point, Yan Qi, who was driving, rolled his eyes at him multiple times, as if saying, say something useful.
