"Put me down!" Ji Wei protested.
"Don't move."
Mo Qian coldly replied with just four words, carrying her upstairs.
"I don't need your fake kindness, let go of me…" Ji Wei was both angry and flustered.
What was this man thinking?
Clearly, he was so heartless about cutting ties with her earlier, and now he's carrying her—what does he take her for?
Mo Qian was indifferent to her struggles, his face cold and composed as he ascended the stairs step by step.
The man's strength was astonishing. Carrying her up the flights of stairs, he didn't even seem out of breath.
After struggling for a long time, Ji Wei eventually gave up.
She clutched her bag and shopping bags tightly, deliberately keeping her distance from him.
Neither of them spoke, and the only sounds in the empty stairwell were the steady echoes of his footsteps and his slightly heavy breathing.
