When the conversation ended, the old lady took the lead and walked towards the house. Seeing her determination, Shen Zixian did not continue the topic and silently followed behind her.
Since leaving the Shen Family's ancestral home, Mi Jing had been unusually quiet, her pretty face turned towards the car window. It was unclear if she was looking at the scenery or just daydreaming.
The car stopped at a red light in front of the crosswalk. Taking advantage of the pause, Mi Jing finally changed her position, turned her face, and asked Shen Lingxing, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"
"Not at the moment," Shen Lingxing said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Mi Jing let out a muffled "Oh," then raised her eyes to look at the traffic lights ahead.
"Do you want to ask something?" Shen Lingxing raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curling up out of habit.
