Tang Mubei got off the car, and only when Qiu Ye confirmed he didn't look inside did she slowly unbuckle her seatbelt and get out.
Her hand rested on the car door as she looked at Tang Mubei, "Go to the third night snack shop on the left and wait for me, I have a call to make."
"Should I wait here for you? I won't eavesdrop."
"No need, you go ahead. Tell the owner to prepare two servings of what Ye Zi usually orders, he knows."
"Looks like you're a regular."
Qiu Ye smiled faintly, "You go ahead, I'll be there soon."
Seeing her persistent attitude, Tang Mubei didn't say more, "I'll go first then."
Watching Tang Mubei's figure walk further away, blending into the bustling crowd on the street, she felt a slight relief.
Her hand holding the car door trembled slightly, as if she was trying hard to suppress something.
She bit her lower lip tightly, the dim light making her face somewhat blurred.
