Si Xiao was angry and didn't want to talk to him.

He jokingly said while holding the steering wheel, "If you don't say anything, I'll take you to my place."

She gritted her teeth and replied, "The usual place."

"Where is the old place? Do you really think I still remember where you live?"

“Room 602, Building 9, Tangtingyuan, No. 13 Keelung Street,” she said sarcastically, “Is that clear enough, Mr. Jiang?”

He remained silent.

The two remained silent the entire way, and the luxury car smoothly drove to a stop outside the old residential area, coming to a steady halt on the roadside.

Si Xiao walked to the back of the car, took out a makeup case from the trunk, lifted the handle, and looked up to see Jiang Wenze standing by the roadside waiting for her.

"Mr. Jiang, you can't just park anywhere here, or you'll get a ticket from the traffic police."

Am I the kind of person who can't afford to pay a parking ticket?

Jiang Wenze took her makeup case, lifted the handle, and strode forward.

Si Xiao panicked for a moment and chased after him, saying, "I don't need you to take me up. Just drive away."

"I remember this building doesn't have an elevator. It's on the sixth floor. This box is incredibly heavy. Are you sure you can carry it up?"

Jiang Wenze looked at her thin arms and legs with suspicion, but Si Xiao's eyes hardened and she said, "I'm sure."

"Then why did you tell me your room number?"

He asked her aggressively, "If you don't want me to help you carry the boxes upstairs, is there some other hidden meaning?"

One sentence made her blush.

The two went upstairs one after the other.

As soon as Jiang Wenze arrived at the floor, Si Xiao snatched the makeup case from his hand.

She took out her key, turned the lock, pushed the suitcase inside, and slammed the door shut behind her, all in one smooth motion, as if afraid he would misunderstand that she was inviting him in.

Jiang Wenze stared at the door that slammed shut, utterly speechless.