"Do you even know what that place is? Be careful, or the security guards might come out and beat you up," Fang Rong said irritably.
"I live there," Xiang Yu replied calmly. He was wondering if those security guards, who were selected meticulously, could really be that uncivilized.
"Oh, come on, stop bragging," Fang Rong rolled her eyes at Xiang Yu.
Xiang Yu didn't bother to explain. Since she didn't believe him, there wasn't much he could do.
Fang Rong kept driving outward. Xiang Yu, sitting in the passenger seat, frowned and asked, "Why are we heading out of the city?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to have dinner at my place? I'm taking you there now," Fang Rong replied, throwing him another glance filled with annoyance.
Throughout the drive, Fang Rong talked a lot—about their college days, about her work after graduation.
"What about you? What have you been up to these past two years?" Fang Rong glanced at Xiang Yu.
