Because of the sudden brake, the seatbelt tugged on my shoulder, and it suddenly hurt a bit.
I rubbed it, unbuckled the seatbelt, and got out of the car to have a look.
After checking in front of the car and finding no living creatures, I got back into the car.
Since I was already in my residential compound, Song Jiaqi soon drove to the garage, parked the car, and took the elevator back to her apartment floor.
These years, she worked hard; although she moved behind the scenes, the income was still decent, enough to support herself and—
Song Jiaqi: "..."
Standing at her front door, Song Jiaqi's face turned dark.
At this moment, the neighbor opened their door and greeted her: "Jiaqi, back already?"
"Yeah, I'm back, Aunt Wu, heading out to dump the trash?"
"Yep," Aunt Wu glanced at the door of Song Jiaqi's house, smiling, "Really like him, huh?"
