Su Qianci walked closer, and the window was rolled down. She saw Li Sicheng's profile, familiar angles, cold as ever… She couldn't help gazing at him.
Li Sicheng turned his head and looked at her deeply and coldly. It was as if he was not paying attention. Looking away deliberately, she wanted to walk past the car with her backpack. He blocked her way with the car.
"Get in the car." A resolute command. His voice was deep and mellow, so familiar that her heart skipped a beat. Gazing at her, he slowly said, "Grandpa asked that you go back to the old house for dinner."
Grandpa… Su Qianci pursed her lips, opened the door of the copilot seat, got in the car, and said, "let's go."