Si Zhengting looked at his phone and found no unread texts.
He opened his phone records. There were no unanswered calls as well.
His brows knitted tightly, and his eyes grew dark. He stood up abruptly, reached for his suit jacket, and announced coldly. "Home."
There was a bus stop at the entrance of the Imperial Group.
Zhuang Nainai was there, checking her phone for the next bus. The next bus 11 would only arrive in another 10 minutes.
She gave a long sigh and looked at the street lights in front of her in a daze.
She wondered if she should talk about her dinner with Si Zhengting when she gets home.
She bit her lips and was in deep thoughts about her dilemma when two strong car beams shone in her face. The brightness made Zhuang Nainai instinctively raise her hands to shield her eyes, and she squinted to see a car drive over from the carpark of the Imperial Group.
A number of luxurious sedans drove past her.
