Qiao Anlu didn't react immediately, and only when the door slammed shut did she wake up!
Dear... dear?!
She just became Ning Zesheng's dear like that?!
Dear... Qiao Anlu couldn't help but cough softly twice. Why does it feel a little mushy and somewhat embarrassing?
She cupped her face in both hands and took small steps into her room, jumped onto the bed, and started rolling around.
Ning Zesheng breathed a sigh of relief as he got into the car. Thankfully, the girl was dazed, and luckily he ran fast; otherwise, if she figured it out, she might reconsider.
Ning Zesheng fastened his seatbelt and drove away, not giving Qiao Anlu a chance to chase after him and change her mind. As he drove, his eternally expressionless ice-cold face finally broke into a smile.
Ning Zesheng was so excited he hardly slept all night; he only fell asleep at dawn, but was soon woken up by Ada's phone call.
"What's up?" Ning Zesheng asked with his eyes closed.
