He'd figure out if it was convenient later. It was right next door, so it wasn't far anyway.
So, the two of them drove back to their apartment complex.
On the way, he sent a text to Ning Qian.
[Xu Yun: Do you have any questions?]
A moment later, a reply came from Ning Qian.
[Ning Qian: No.]
[Ning Qian: Are you coming back tonight?]
[Xu Yun: Probably not.]
[Ning Qian: Okay, I'll deadbolt the door before I go to sleep then, just to be safe.]
Seeing Xu Yun constantly on his phone, Su Mu, who was driving, asked curiously, "Who are you texting?"
"No one, just a friend."
Xu Yun put his phone away and asked, "By the way, what does your ex-husband do for a living?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Just curious. He seemed cocky as hell yesterday."
"He's in finance."
Su Mu said, "I think he's a wealth management product manager at a bank now, handling investments for rich people."
"Which bank?"
"That I don't know." Su Mu hadn't been in contact with him since their divorce.
