"Let's go." After Jane Sampson raised the car window, she spoke to the driver in the driver's seat without lifting her eyelids, then comfortably laid down on the rear seat and sighed.
Having been tense all night, it was super comfortable to lie down and relax in the rear seat.
Jane's head rested against the back of the co-pilot seat, but since she was in a compact car today, she couldn't fully stretch out her long legs. She lay there, pulled out her mobile phone from her purse, glanced at it, found no text messages or missed calls; even WhatsAPP was unusually quiet.
After looking at her mobile phone, Jane put it back in her purse and glanced outside the car window.
The car had already left the TV Station building's parking lot and was driving on a street that wasn't very bustling.
