"It's gone now."
Guan Weizhi slowly withdrew his hand, his fingertips tenderly caressing each other, yet his face remained expressionless.
The Maybach smoothly made its way to Qiao Suisui's home; she recognized the familiar streetscapes and suddenly turned to look at Guan Weizhi, saying, "When I got into the car just now, I don't think I mentioned where my house is."
The car fell into silence, and Guan Weizhi sat motionless in the back seat, not speaking a word.
Sweating profusely, Old Tang, sitting in the driver's seat, chuckled and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Qiao. Mr. Guan didn't mention it; I thought I was supposed to take you back to school."
Indeed, both Qiao Suisui's home and her school were along this road.
She nodded and politely told Old Tang, "Just let me off at the hotel opposite the school."
Guan Weizhi turned to look at her upon hearing this and asked, "Why are you staying in a hotel?"
