Yan Luoxi's legs gave way, and with a "thud," she fell to the ground. She stared blankly at the darkened screen before her and then let out a self-deprecating laugh. Perhaps it was just a wrong number, she thought; her agitation and nervousness were indeed laughable.
Her phone suddenly vibrated, and her heart leapt to her throat. She hurriedly unlocked it and opened the message.
"The car has been sent to the 4S shop for repairs. Don't even think about driving for the next month. If you need anything, call me, and I'll come pick you up."
The text message was from Han Zheng, his tone as firm as his personality yet not unpleasant. After considering for a moment, she replied with a message, "It's fine, I can take a taxi when I go out. I don't want to trouble you too much."
It took quite a while before the response came back, just two words: "Up to you."
