He had driven there on his own for about an hour.
"Can it work?"
Hearing his wife's doubt, Mo Boyuan shook his head helplessly.
"Honey, are you not confident in your husband's ability?"
How could he not be able to do such a small thing?
Jiang Tingxu's mouth twitched. She took another cup of water from the side and handed it to the man.
His wife had personally poured the water. It was better than drinking anything.
"I've already packed Ningning's luggage. Don't forget to go to the old residence tomorrow to get it. The luggage that you'll be bringing along for filming in the future is packed in those two black suitcases."
The man suddenly came closer.
"You've also packed mine?"
The scorching hot breath sprayed on her face, making her very uncomfortable.
Jiang Tingxu shrank back and pulled away.
"Might as well," she said.
Is that so?
