Wang Yue knew what the girl meant, but he didn't say anything. He stepped on the gas and drove off.
As far as Wang Yue was concerned, he and Miss Lan would never cross paths again. There was no reason to actually contact her, was there?
Although Zhen Zhen was younger, she was already seventeen—not so young that she couldn't understand these things. She'd picked up on Miss Lan's intentions, so she asked tentatively, "It seems like Miss Lan has a thing for you. She's pretty. Aren't you interested at all?"
Wang Yue glanced at Zhen Zhen and saw the curiosity in her eyes. It seemed she'd gotten over the trauma of being kidnapped.
Still, what a strange thing to focus on. Wang Yue said, at a loss, "When you saw the Xiao Lan sisters, shouldn't you have felt a sense of kinship? You and Qiu Feng were in the same situation as them. You all nearly lost your lives."
Zhen Zhen hadn't expected Wang Yue to bring up her painful memories. She couldn't help rolling her eyes. Her savior really didn't understand girls' feelings at all.
She wanted to tell Wang Yue he had no romantic sensibilities, but then she remembered that they'd only known each other for a short while. It wasn't really her place to say anything.
For some reason, Zhen Zhen felt a little annoyed. She turned to look out the window and fell silent.
Wang Yue didn't care what Zhen Zhen was thinking. After leaving the hospital, he drove toward the outskirts of town. Just before they reached the county limits, he spotted a gas station. He used the money Xiao Lan had given him from the back seat to fill the tank, then stepped on the gas and drove out of the county.