Gradually, Su Lingzhi realized she had talked too much with James.
She stopped, declined James's invitation for afternoon tea, and parted ways with him at the entrance of the art gallery.
As she waited for a car on the street, a Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of her.
When she saw Housekeeper Zhao come out of the driver's door, Su Lingzhi paused, glancing at the tightly closed rear window.
"Miss Su, are you going home?"
Su Lingzhi nodded.
Housekeeper Zhao smiled politely and opened the rear door for her, "Just in time, sir said to give you a ride back."
Just faintly seeing the hem of a white garment, Su Lingzhi's mind couldn't help but recall that ambiguous kiss from the other night.
So her feet felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move.
Su Lingzhi barely managed to control her racing heart and bent down to get into the car.
