The subway station.
Tu Hengsha and Su Ronggui walked one after the other.
She was fuming and said nothing; he also remained silent, keeping a steady distance of one step behind her.
Suddenly, she remembered something and searched through her memories. She turned back mockingly, "Mr. Su, do the eldest sons of the Su family even know how to take the subway?" Her impression was that someone like Su Rongxing, who always rushed home in the Su family's luxury car right after work, had never taken the subway.
"No." Mr. Su quietly stuffed the subway card back into his pocket.
Her face was full of disdain, as if saying, "Grandma was right; you really are inept at living." "Let me ask you just this—why did you throw away the zongzi I gave you?"
