The car stopped, Song Guanchao turned off the engine, pushed open the door, and looked at the front passenger seat.
Wu Qiangwei got out of the car and said, "You can go now," as she walked briskly toward the apartment building.
Song Guanchao followed her, teasing, "What type of man does Mayor Wu fancy?"
Wu Qiangwei's expression froze, glaring at him with embarrassment and annoyance, but his eyes seemed to see through her, making her guilty enough to look away.
In the elevator, Wu Qiangwei felt uneasy, her awkwardness urging the elevator to hurry up in her mind.
Ding.
The elevator finally arrived.
Wu Qiangwei hurried out of the elevator as if escaping, but before she could get far, Song Guanchao grabbed her arm.
Song Guanchao pulled her into the hallway, interlocking his fingers with hers, tracing her palm lines.
In the dark hallway, their breathing was particularly pronounced.
"Do you like puppy types, or do you prefer the wolf types?"
