The car interior was pitch-black. Song Guanchao had one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding a phone. His eyes occasionally glanced at the screen, then continued looking forward, creating the appearance of driving.
After the video call connected, Wu Qiangwei didn't speak; she just quietly watched Song Guanchao on the other end.
Seeing him in the car, Wu Qiangwei's tense nerves subtly relaxed beneath her calm facade.
"Secretary, what do you need from me?"
"Nothing," Wu Qiangwei said. "Focus on driving if you're driving, and we'll talk when you're at work tomorrow."
"It's fine, go ahead, it won't affect my driving."
"We'll talk tomorrow."
Wu Qiangwei directly hung up the call.
Song Guanchao exhaled a long breath.
When he returned, he found the door closed.
He had no choice but to knock on the door.
But no matter how he knocked, Qu Xiangru wouldn't open it, as if she hadn't heard.
"In the shower?"
He had to take out his phone and call Qu Xiangru.
