Tan Yiwen smiled: "I'll go first, you keep her calm today."
"Okay!"
Tan Yiwen was about to leave when Zhang Hongyun suddenly emerged from the corner: "Yiwen, can you take me out?"
Tan Yiwen and Fan Qing stood at the door, stunned, then instinctively glanced at each other.
"I have something to tell you."
Zhang Hongyun remained as soft and delicate, as if she'd been frightened.
Tan Yiwen looked at Fan Qing, reassured her, then turned to Zhang Hongyun: "Sure! Let's go!"
Fan Qing watched them leave from the doorstep, feeling a constant unease deep down.
Wasn't Zhang Hongyun supposed to be asleep?
How did she suddenly get up, and dressed so neatly?
Zhang Hongyun got into Tan Yiwen's car, and as she fastened her seatbelt, she remarked: "It's been a long time since I sat in this seat."
Tan Yiwen's gaze froze momentarily, but he remained silent, while Zhang Hongyun continued: "Remember? You used to say that this seat would always be mine if I wanted it!"
"But you didn't want it!"
