564 He’s Different

Xia Ling finally laughed and responded, "Deal."

Wang Tao sent her home in the Bugatti Veyron.

They passed the red walls of the bungalow district and the row of warmly-lit streetlamps. It was quiet all around. He stopped the car in front of her gate and gave a low whistle. "Wow, this place is fancy. Is that Pei Ziheng's house next door?"

When he was driving in, he caught sight of the word "Pei" on the neighboring signpost.

Xia Ling did not respond but instead limped out of the car.

Wang Tao got off hurriedly and helped her to the main door.

She opened the door and stepped into her front yard, filled with ivy creepers and evening primroses. "Thank you for sending me home. I'll not invite you in today since it's so late." It was close to 12 midnight, and a lone crescent moon shone in the sky amongst the twinkling stars. She did not want to send the wrong message to Wang Tao and put herself in a compromising position.