"Mm, let’s go." Lu Tingxiao nodded and drove in the direction of her apartment.
Ning Xi had thought she had dodged a bullet, but seeing what he was doing, she became nervous. "I can go myself, I have so many things, I’ll ask the moving company to come later and pick them up with a truck!"
"It’s fine, they’ll fit."
In Ning Xi’s heart: no matter how spacious your car is inside, there is no way it’ll be able to fit everything, do you think you’re Doraemon?
But Lu Tingxiao looked certain, so she didn’t want to argue further, and could only let him drive all the way to her apartment building.
Forget it, forget it, moving house together was a safer option; at least it wouldn't create anything remotely close to an intimate atmosphere.
