"Machine Soul"?
Yu Sheng realized that his initial judgment had been slightly mistaken.
Although Eileen really didn't take up much space, once they got in the car, she still made things cramped—it had little to do with the people and a lot to do with the car.
That made it all the more miraculous that Xu Jiali could squeeze himself behind the steering wheel.
How had a nearly two-meter-tall giant ended up choosing a car like this?
Yu Sheng and Huli were huddled in the back seat—the front passenger seat was occupied by two large cardboard boxes, leaving no room for anyone to sit. They listened as the engine at the front of the car began to sputter and tremble. By the time the car finally left the neighborhood, he couldn't hold back any longer and asked Xu Jiali from the driver's seat, "Is this your side job after work?"
"Yep," Xu Jiali said cheerfully. "I'm just sitting around otherwise. When I'm not away on assignment, I like driving around the city after work, so I might as well make a little pocket money."
Yu Sheng's expression turned strange. He glanced at the sputtering little car, then at the burly man crammed into the front seat, thinking, So he's a senior deep-diver from the Special Operations Bureau, and he drives for a rideshare service after work to earn extra cash—and in a car that might be about as old as I am. Is life for Special Operations Bureau employees really this financially desperate?
The more he thought about it, the more wrong it seemed. But he was too embarrassed to ask, so he could only suffer in silence.
Fortunately, there was someone else here with thicker skin. In front of acquaintances, the little doll no longer needed to keep "pretending."