"What's wrong?"
Tang Yanqi pretended to be calm, looking at Sheng Jianan with a steady gaze. The corners of the man's mouth curved up a bit more, and his eyebrows maintained their usual arrogant and unruly expression: "You came to pick me up without telling me, trying to surprise me?"
Sheng Jianan's tone was neither light nor heavy, slow and deliberate, but with a rising intonation at the end, giving it an inexplicable seductive feeling.
Tang Yanqi's cheeks reddened again, but her gaze remained calm: "Actually, I just forgot to tell you, and then you turned off your phone."
"Smack"
She lightly got a flick on the forehead, and someone, clearly displeased, tossed out four words: "Insensitive to romance."
Holding Tang Yanqi's hand, Sheng Jianan led her inside. Upon seeing Mr. Sheng, he let go of her, walked to the elderly gentleman's wheelchair, and knelt down on one knee, eyeing Mr. Sheng up and down: "Wow, old man, you're looking quite spirited."
