It's unclear which of Zhou Chengze's words struck a nerve with Sheng Jianan, but the Young Master Sheng's face grew even darker, his eyes narrowing into slits and his thin lips pressed tightly together before loosening again. Sheng Jianan's tone was chilly: "Chengze, didn't I tell you not to bother with that woman's business? Are you very idle?"
Zhou Chengze's smile stiffened for a moment but quickly returned to normal. He raised both hands: "Alright, alright, my bad for being meddlesome. But Brother Nan, since you're at home, why don't you give the person a ride? If the old gentleman finds out, he'll definitely have something to say about you."
Sheng Jianan's face showed a look never seen before as he bluntly responded, "How do you know it was me who didn't give the ride."
Zhou Chengze was just bringing his coffee mug to his lips when he heard this, and he almost doubted his hearing. How did he detect a hint of awkwardness in the man's voice in front of him?
