168 Who Said We Were Not Getting Along?

On the road, Si Zhengting was looking ahead. His cold and indifferent look remained, but that feeling of distance had vanished.

There was no traffic on a Saturday. After about half an hour, they arrived at the Gu villa.

The car had just stopped, but Zhuang Nainai had already unbuckled her seatbelt in a flurry, pushed the car door open, and got off.

Next to her, Si Zhengting, who had just parked the car, had wanted to get off and open the car door for her. However, after seeing her behavior, his hand, which was unbuckling the seatbelt, paused. Immediately, frustration could be seen in his eyes.

It had been five years, but her impetuous nature did not change at all.

Slam! While his mind was wandering off, Zhuang Nainai had closed the car door. When Si Zhengting was about to get off the car, he saw a few members of the Gu family walk out uniformly.