The fighting and struggles among the gangsters did not have much of an impact on Ding Ling and Mengluo.
Mengluo only felt that the journey home was too short.
She had barely felt anything.
And they had already reached the end.
As she watched Ding Ling let go of her hand and bid her farewell, her heart felt empty, as if she had lost something. She was dejected and miserable.
See you tomorrow.
Ding Ling's words instantly turned her sorrow into joy. She nodded like a pecking chick, then sat in the taxi and waved frantically at Ding Ling. "Boss, see you tomorrow."
"Be careful on your way back. Call me if anything happens, or call Minister Shen."
Ding Ling's reminder made Mengluo even happier. She beamed. "Okay, Boss. Be careful on your way back too."
"Goodbye."
Ding Ling closed the car door for her and waved.
"Goodbye, Boss."
Mengluo kept waving in Ding Ling's direction. When the car started moving, she continued turning around and waving backward until Ding Ling's figure disappeared completely. Only then did she sit up somewhat dazedly, rest her elbow on the car door, prop up her chin with her palm, and begin recalling everything that had happened that day. The more she thought about it, the more bashful and delighted she became.
"Are you in love?"
The middle-aged driver asked.
He was rather talkative. He had held himself back for a long while, but now he could no longer stand it and said with a smile:
"Judging by the way you look, you really like that handsome guy, don't you?"
Mengluo blinked, her face growing hot. Is it really that obvious?
Before she could speak, the driver continued on his own:
"Don't deny it. Bystanders see things clearly. As an outsider, I saw everything