You call this on the way?

Huang Xueli's car was parked outside the residential complex. The trunk slammed shut, and Wang Xiaoliang opened the passenger door and got in.

The streetlights were still on. There wasn't even anyone walking a dog in the complex.

The company was reimbursing his airfare, and Wang Xiaoliang had picked the earliest flight, economy class, relatively cheap. He had never flown business class and didn't want to. It was the same plane, landing at the same time. Why spend a thousand or so extra just for a wider seat?

Besides, the company belonged to Liu Xinyu. He couldn't take advantage of a brother, either.

"Told you not to drive me." Wang Xiaoliang stuffed his backpack down by his feet. "Getting up this early-what for? I could've just taken a cab."

Huang Xueli turned the wheel, and the car glided out of the complex.

"I was going out for some steamed buns anyway. Haven't been in ages. It's on the way."

"Brother, the airport's dozens of kilometers away. You call this on the way?"

Huang Xueli didn't answer. He pressed the accelerator and pulled onto the main road. There was little traffic, so they made good time, streetlights sweeping past behind them.

Silence settled for a while.

"How'd you end up going to Fucheng?" Huang Xueli spoke first. "One after another, you're all leaving. I can't even find anyone to have a drink and talk with."

"Just six months. It'll fly by." After saying it, even he felt it was a long time.

Six months without seeing Wei Zijin was too long.

"Once you're there, who knows?" Huang Xueli rested one hand on the wheel. "That bastard Liu Xinyu. Next time I see him, I'm going to give him hell. Of all the times he could've sent you away, he had to