Lin Xi reported the name of an old neighborhood, his voice as low as a mosquito's hum. The car fell into silence, except for the regular sound of the wipers and her own heartbeat like a drum. She glanced up at him secretly. The man's profile was sharp and his jawline was tight. Even the way he held the steering wheel while driving showed a strong sense of control. The car drove for twenty minutes and stopped at the gate of the community. Lin Xi immediately unbuckled her seat belt: "Thank you, Mr. Shen, I'm here." She pushed the door to get out of the car, but he grabbed her wrist.
