Qiao Xia remained silent all the way, and Mu Liang's lips quirked up slightly—he just loved teasing Qiao Xia.
Teasing her, seeing her get angry, was like seeing the spoiled Qiao Xia of her girlhood.
Mu Liang parked the car in the underground garage. Qiao Xia opened the door and headed for the stairs, but Mu Liang said, "Miss Qiao, not that elevator."
Qiao Xia was furious—what was the point of making the underground garage so confusing?
Mu Liang led Qiao Xia to another elevator with deliberation. It wasn't really that far. The two rode the elevator in silence until Mu Liang said, "Qiao Xia, you see, having a husband is so great—you get lost, and he can lead you back."
Qiao Xia, "..."
Mu Liang, "On trips, someone carries your luggage, at the supermarket, someone pushes the cart. Are you moved?"
Qiao Xia, "I'm so moved!"
"Then let's get married."
Qiao Xia, "You're too ugly for my eyes, I despise."
Mu Liang, "Oh, what a pity. I can't be ugly just because your taste is poor."
