Without even looking at her, Tang Shaolun opened the car door, sat up, and started the engine. "You haven't gotten in the car yet. Do you want me to treat you like a princess and open the door respectfully?"
She didn't care about Tang Shaolun's attitude and carefully opened the car door for herself and sat in the back seat.
The car quickly got on the road, and it took less than an hour to arrive at the building where Shen Wenxia lived.
Tang Shaolun was not sloppy at all, he took her into the elevator, prepared to press the eighth floor button without any mistake, waited, and then came to the floor where Shen Wenxia lived.
She stretched out her hand to ring the doorbell when Tang Shaolun glanced at her lazily, "Are you sure you are confident that after ringing the doorbell, you won't see Lan Yanshu wearing a scarf and coming out to open the door?" [
Her whole body froze, and her outstretched hand retracted as if she was being electrocuted.
Yes, she didn't dare and had no way to guarantee that the moment the door opened, Lan Yanshu would come out wearing a scarf as Tang Shaolun said. She didn't know if she had enough courage to accept the fact that it might become a fact. .
But what can she do, just stand at the door and wait?
"Tang Shaolun, what on earth do you want to do by bringing me here?" She stared blankly at the closed security door, her voice empty as if floating from the sky.
He smiled, took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, opened a door less than one meter away, and said with a bang, "I forgot to tell you that this house once belonged to Lan Yanshu. "He said, pulling her in and gently closing the door.