He curled the corners of his lips, adding, "You'll find even more charming aspects of me in the future."
"What did you say?" The honking of cars around them was simply too loud, and Muxia didn't catch it clearly.
Jiang Qingchen, not having the face to repeat such a thick-skinned comment, hummed and changed the subject, "It's nothing, weren't we going to deliver the backpack?"
"Right, I almost forgot about the important task." Muxia patted her head and quickly picked up Xu Zeming's backpack to get into the car.
Even though Xu Zeming's image had crumbled yet again in her heart, she still needed to deliver the backpack. What if there were something urgent inside?
Xu Zeming's home was located in a high-end residential area just across the bridge.
His family lived on the 15th floor of building three.
Jiang Qingchen carried the backpack with Muxia and took the elevator up.
