"Then go."
The old man urged them to get into the car. After they left, he got into another car with a smile and went back to the Feng family's residence.
The truth was that his chest did not ache. He did it on purpose to give the two of them a chance to be alone.
Well, the older the man, the wiser. The old man had won.
Feng Yunan would always give in because of his grandfather's heart disease.
Feng Yunan drove Qiao Ruoxi to her rented apartment.
There wasn't even a parking space in the dilapidated neighborhood. After she alighted from the car, he went to look for a parking space.
He gave her time to pack her things and asked her to call him when she was done.
Qiao Ruoxi unlocked her phone and said awkwardly, "But, Mr. Feng, I don't have your number."
"Give me your phone."
Feng Yunan looked at her and took a deep breath. He reluctantly took her phone and saved his number.
