The Jeep drove away from the magazine office, and Zhao Tiezhu still felt like he was in a dream.
He turned his head to look at Lin Wan Yi, who was quietly sitting in the back seat, then glanced at Gu Yanshen, who was driving with a blank expression.
He stammered as he spoke.
"Old... Old Gu..."
"Sister-in-law... she just now... those money... did she just rob a bank..."
"Shut up."
Gu Yanshen spat out the two words.
Zhao Tiezhu immediately shut his mouth, but his eyes kept darting over Lin Wan Yi, as if she was a rare treasure.
The car became silent.
Lin Wan Yi leaned back against the seat, truly a bit tired.
A warm large hand reached over, covering her hand.
Gu Yanshen held the steering wheel with one hand, while the other hand tightly gripped hers.
He didn't say anything, only using the warmth of his palm to silently convey strength.
In the back seat, half-year-old Gu An had woken up.
