Finally getting his contact information openly and without obstruction, Qiao Qian was utterly satisfied.
"Dinner's over, shall we leave now?"
Holding onto her phone, she couldn't suppress the grin tugging at her lips—it simply wouldn't go away.
Shen Muchen: "Mm, if you don't mind, I can drive you home."
"Sure!" How could she possibly mind? He could easily be the most reassuring man in the world!
And besides, being driven home by him—how could that not feel like pure bliss?
Even though she knew he was offering out of gentlemanly politeness, she still felt incredibly happy.
Sometimes, it seemed like being a gentleman wasn't such a bad thing after all.
At least this way, he wouldn't do something like leaving her behind all on her own.
"Your aunt's address—input it into the GPS," the young man said calmly after they got into the car, reaching over to turn on the air conditioning.