We walked out of the hotel, and Cheng Jiaming said, "Get in my car, where is your house?"
I stopped, "No need, thank you. There's still the subway, I'll take the subway home."
"Still so young, to get angry so quickly. Is it necessary? Come on, let me drive you."
"Really, no need. Thank you, Dr. Cheng.
Lao Huang isn't here, I won't get in a stranger's car," I said.
Cheng Jiaming stood next to his car, his face adorned with a particularly intriguing smile.
"I'm not just a casual acquaintance, but, are we really strangers, Qiao Fei?"
I couldn't understand the meaning of his words.
There was something more to his words.
I looked at him.
At that moment, his phone rang.
He apologized to me and answered the phone, "What?
...When did it happen?
...What about now?
...Okay, I'll be right there."
He said to me, "I'm really sorry, something came up, I have to go immediately."
I nodded, sensing that something serious had happened, "Okay, hurry along."
