A little after seven in the evening.
A white Mercedes-Benz CLS drove out of Yunxi Building's underground garage and merged onto the main road.
Yancheng's night had fully unfurled. Streetlights came on, and the traffic was cut by red and green lights into ribbons of light.
The heater was on in the car, and a cheerful song played through the speakers.
Yao Lingling held the steering wheel, humming softly along with the melody as her shoulders swayed slightly.
Tang Song sat in the passenger seat. Looking at the energetic junior girl beside him, he smiled. "You're this happy?"
"Of course I'm happy." Lingling's eyes curved into crescents as she said brightly, "It's Friday, and tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. A wonderful weekend, handmade black sesame tangyuan, and Mr. Tang with us. Right, Qiuqiu?"
Cheng Qiuqiu had been quietly looking out the window.
Only when Lingling called her did she seem to snap back to herself, nodding gently.
Then, she unconsciously glanced at Tang Song before quickly looking away again, her expression somewhat unnatural.
Lingling immediately complained, "Hey, hey, hey, isn't that too perfunctory? I'm working so hard to liven things up, and all you give me is a nod? Are we even good sisters?"
Qiuqiu pursed her lips. "I'm happy too."
After saying that, as though she felt the words were too blunt, she turned her face toward the window again.
Lingling was immediately placated and said with a grin, "That's more like it. Later, we'll go to the supermarket for some fruit and snacks, then buy a couple bottles of drinks. Tonight, we're celebrating early—movies, games, tangyuan, we're doing it all!"
She paused, then added imposingly, "No one is allowed to talk about work!"
Tang Song smiled. "Then what about the pending-items list Secretary Jin organized today?"
"Ah!" Lingling