Xiang Yu slid into the back seat of the sleek black car, the leather cool against his skin. Lian and Mei followed, their laughter muted by the thrum of the engine.
He had expected Han Xin to join them, but instead, he watched with a flicker of confusion as his dear husband chose the car behind.
Through the side mirror, Xiang Yu caught sight of Han Xin. His expression was icy, a mix of frustration and determination as he hot into the car. Da Hei passed by heading towards the car Xiang Yu was in but Han Zhan reached out, grabbing Da Hei by the collar and pulling him inside with a swift yank, almost like a parent scolding a child.
The tension was palpable, and Han Zhan shot Xiang Yu a questioning look. Their eyes locked through the glass, a silent exchange of discontent. Without breaking the gaze, Han Zhan opened the front passenger door, stepping in with a purposeful stride.
