It was almost midnight when Bo Lin left the club.
Cui Jili was a night owl, and he didn't work at his family's company, so he kept trying to persuade Bo Lin to stay a little longer.
But Bo Lin had a meeting the next day.
There was a traffic light just outside the alley. While waiting, Bo Lin spotted the bar called S.o.
There was no longer a queue outside at this hour, and the ground was deserted.
Only discarded milk tea cups, coffee cups, and cigarette butts remained.
The sight was bleak and desolate.
Bo Lin brushed his fingers across his phone, opened Dou Video, and searched for S.o., only to find that the livestream had ended.
He paused, then followed the account before putting his phone away.
But when he looked up again, a man was coming out of S.o.
Bo Lin abruptly pressed his lips together. The familiar black-framed glasses on the man's face and his large canvas bag confirmed his suspicion.
"President Bo, it's your junior. What a coincidence."
The street was empty, and even Old Jin had recognized Hua Jian at a glance.
Bo Lin murmured an acknowledgment, then said, "Pull over. Go ask him if he wants a ride."
Old Jin suspected nothing. When the light turned green, he drove across the intersection and immediately got out.
Through the rearview mirror, Hua Jian looked surprised and uncertain about running into Old Jin here.
When Hua Jian got into the car, it was just as quiet as last time.
And just like last time, it was filled with a faint aroma of alcohol and a trace of that familiar cologne.
Smelling that fragrance again made Hua Jian's heart clench, tingling with an ache.
He pressed his lips together and turned awkwardly to look out