Sheng Qianchi never thought that this woman would rush him out right after they finished eating, she really was heartless.
But in front of her, he had really honed the skill of being thick-skinned. He ate the grapes on his plate unhurriedly, eyes fixed on the TV, his tone drawn out and lazy, "Can't go back, the road to Shuiyunjian is not yet repaired."
Gu Jiayin: "..."
He still had the nerve to say it. Remembering what happened that night made her want to punch him hard.
"Don't you have a helicopter?"
Sheng Qianchi maintained a lazy demeanor, even lying on the sofa, propping his head with one hand, "No can do, I'm too weak, might get motion sickness."
Gu Jiayin rolled her eyes.
After a long silence, she finally said, "Then stay here, I'll go to Xiya's place."
Saying this, she began to pack her bag, ready to leave.
