Watching Qin Sitong walk away, Fu Ze chuckled. "Let's go. Back to… back to my apartment near the company."
Fu Ze had originally planned to go back to the company, but then he remembered it was already after hours, so he changed his destination to the apartment where he usually stayed after work.
He called it an apartment, but it was about the size of a luxury flat. The lives of the wealthy are just so simple and unpretentious.
"Yes, President."
His driver, Xiao Zhou, expertly made a U-turn and headed toward the apartment complex where Fu Ze usually stayed.
Meanwhile, after Qin Sitong ran through the school gates, she could feel her face growing hot and flushed. She bought a popsicle from a small shop near the entrance to press against her cheeks and cool down.
While cooling herself down, she waited for the campus bus under the stop sign at the school entrance.
"Your popsicle is going to melt if you don't eat it soon."
