7:15 p.m.
The Rolls Royce Phantom sped smoothly through the night.
In the spacious, luxurious back seat, Tang Song had black-framed glasses perched on his nose and was looking down at his phone, focused on replying to messages in various work groups and private chats.
Xu Qing, sitting beside him, was like a groundhog with ADHD.
She twisted and squirmed on the soft leather seat, unable to stay still for even a moment.
One second she was pressed against the car window, looking out at the pitch-black highway; the next she had taken out her phone and was frantically taking selfies against the dazzling starlight headliner.
After taking one, she zoomed in with two fingers to inspect it carefully, muttered, "The lighting's bad," deleted it, changed the filter, and took it again.
"I'm saying, Qing Zi, can you be quiet for a bit?" Tang Song did not even lift his head, his fingers swiping across the screen. "You're about to shake the car apart."
"Oh, come on, I'm just excited!" Xu Qing put down her phone and leaned her whole body over, her big dark eyes sparkling. "Tang Song, we're about to take a private jet, right? Like the kind where you don't have to line up for security, there's a big bed inside, and you can eat a Michelin feast in the sky?"
Tang Song finally raised his head, glanced at her, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly upward.
"There is indeed a very comfortable double bed inside. Once we take off, I'll take you to experience it in depth, and treat you to something to drink while we're at it."
Hearing that, Xu Qing's face instantly burned. Embarrassed and annoyed, she reached out and shoved him. "I-I don't want to! And I don't understand what you're