Lin Qiucan's car had already passed Songpai Station that day, turned two streets, crossed a long overpass, and then passed the entire winding mountain highway, almost completing a bus loop. During this long driving process, Lin Qiucan flashed back countless bits and pieces in his mind. For example, today's evening rush hour didn't seem to be very congested. For example, the Qingbao bar he went to last time seemed pretty good. If nothing else, it would be a long night tonight. It seems that he could spend most of it there, or his last card was unfortunately frozen by the old man. How to come up with a proper reason to invite someone to dinner became a top priority, and of course it was decent. Lin Qiucan held the steering wheel lazily, and was so bothered by these trivial matters that he wanted to take off his brain immediately. But at this moment, Ji Jiale, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly asked him: Oily girl?
Lin Qiucan also replied with a confused look, "What oily girl?"
Intention: On the importance of the order of appearance.