But she was the local expert; why did he, a person who lost his passport and needed her protection, feel like he was orchestrating her actions from start to finish? Had they reversed roles?
Jiang Nuan felt frustrated with herself all the way.
Luckily, they quickly arrived home. She parked the car in the garage and started moving the stuff from the trunk inside.
"This house is my place in Mahali. Until we find your passport and suitcase, you can stay here temporarily. I'll get the guest room ready for you."
Jiang Nuan was carrying a bunch of bags. Halfway through, the things in her hands were taken away, and the man who replaced her naturally walked beside her, carrying the items. "Mm."
Jiang Nuan's hands were suddenly empty, which made her feel a bit awkward. But arguing back and forth seemed unnecessary, so she walked ahead, took out her keys, and opened the door.
She lived alone in a two-story small villa, which was spacious enough even with him here.
