Zhao Qingyi kept her eyes fixed on Pei Ziyu's back, only asking Tan Jia next to her after he drove off, "Pei Ziyu changed his car? Whose car was that?"
Tan Jia hadn't seen it before, but just from a glance, she knew this car was pretty cheap, so it definitely wasn't Pei Ziyu's.
Tan Jia thought for a moment and said, "It's probably his grandpa's, I guess."
She couldn't think of anyone else—surely he wouldn't be driving a girl's car, especially one he hasn't even won over yet.
Zhao Qingyi obviously hadn't thought about that possibility either.
But sometimes, things just tend to happen in ways nobody expects.
...
Mei Mengzhen, who had somehow gotten promoted a generation overnight, slept soundly until morning. She never had a habit of sleeping in, so she got up early and tidied the house.
She wasn't a neat freak, but she also wouldn't permit the house to get too messy.
By the time she wrapped up her chores, it was only 8:30.
