"I don't need it." Gu Xinzhou decisively refused, "I won't be settling in City B."
Song Zhen's jaw moved slightly.
His fingertips lightly twirled around the edge of the steering wheel, noncommittal to her words.
Latter on, while heading to Fengyun Group, the atmosphere in the car was strange.
Although no one spoke or looked at each other, everyone felt like they were in a tug-of-war.
Gu Xinzhou disliked this atmosphere.
She always felt that his silence meant he was scheming something.
She lifted her chin, looked straight ahead, and spoke righteously, "Song Zhen, you said over the phone earlier that you would no longer interfere in my affairs.
I came here specifically to discuss this matter with you.
So, I expect you to keep your word!"
"Hmm," his voice was as light as if brushing her off, "We'll be there soon, we can talk then!"
The car stopped in the underground parking lot of Fengyun Group.
