"Mr. Jiang?"
"Yes."
"Please take a seat in the back. Help yourself to water and wet wipes. This ride is headed to xx, it's an honor to serve you."
Jiang Nian nodded and turned to look out the window. The surrounding buildings were low, the streetlights dim and yellow, the view wide open.
He didn't know if it was just an illusion, but Beijing at night carried a bleak sort of atmosphere, solemn and austere.
This was the administrative center, the heart of the city.
Vrrr!!
His phone lit up with a call. Jiang Nian lowered his eyes for a glance. It was the class monitor, so he answered without thinking.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?" Li Qingrong's tone was steady, betraying no emotion. "Are you in the car?"
"Uh… wasn't it you who called this car?"
"Yeah."
Li Qingrong's voice was calm, like it was only natural. "So where are you now, and how long till you get here?"
Jiang Nian: "???"
"Uh… almost there, I'll check…"
