He is not my boyfriend.

When the car arrived at the apartment complex's entrance, Pei Ge did not let Wen Qimo drive her in but, instead, got off by the gates.

"Qimo, thanks for the dinner tonight and for sending me home." She waved at him with a smile.

"It's not much. Let's continue contacting via phone."

"Okay! My hand phone will always be ready to receive your call." She gamely beamed at him.

Wen Qimo was once more amused by her that he burst into laughter.

"Sure."

She was about to walk in after bidding Wen Qimo goodbye when Grandpa Ge stuck his head out from the guard house.

"Ge Ge, who is that young lad just then?" he asked while looking at her intently.

"Huh? Oh, he is a friend of mine." She looked at the old man perplexedly, unable to fathom why he always minded the men who would send her home.

"Friend? A normal friend?" The elderly security guard looked at her as though he were interrogating a criminal.