"Nothing." Leng Zimo shook his head gently. Even he himself couldn't understand where that impulse came from. "You sit in the living room for a while, I'll take a quick shower and be right down."
"Go ahead, I'll just wipe the car." Xiao Ding smiled and took out the deerskin to start wiping the car.
Having been Leng Zimo's driver for seven or eight years now, Xiao Ding had transformed from a young lad into a husband and father.
Soon, Leng Zimo came out of the room again, and as he sat on the back seat, he hummed that melody once more.
"Xiao Ding, have you heard this song before?"
Xiao Ding paused for a moment at that familiar melody.
"Where did you hear this song?"
"I heard it by chance." Leng Zimo frowned slightly. "It feels so familiar, but I just can't recall what song it is."
"Really?" Xiao Ding forced a laugh, "If you can't remember, I surely wouldn't know... Are we heading straight to the company, or do you want to grab breakfast first?"
