"You'll know when we get there."
After Su Sheng finished speaking, he changed his shoes first, then urged the woman to sit down. He squatted to personally take off her crystal-like high heels, holding Iceberg's delicate jade feet in his hands.
"I can do it myself!"
Although Zijun pretended to be calm, her heart was in turmoil. What on earth was going on with this man today?
"Alright then!"
Su Sheng didn't insist. He stepped aside, waiting for her to change shoes before they got into the car together. This time, he drove.
He held the steering wheel with one hand and with the other he took out a pack of cigarettes, flicked one out, and bit it, but he didn't light it. It was purely a habit.
Zijun watched as the man drove the car further and further out of the city, eventually reaching the foot of the mountain. She couldn't help but ask, "Are you taking me up the mountain?"
