Xu Ying suddenly had a very strange thought: Is Xu Chunliang staying in Changxing just for fun? If so, that would be too illogical, but a person like Xu Chunliang is destined not to be judged by conventional thinking.
Xu Ying saw Xu Chunliang out the door, and a gray Porsche 911 had been waiting there for a long time. Xu Chunliang had asked Hua Zhuyue to pick him up in advance.
Xu Chunliang got in the car, and Hua Zhuyue smelled the alcohol on him, starting the car towards the Dongjiang Party School. After driving a distance, she looked in the rearview mirror at Xu Ying still standing at the door waving goodbye and smiled: "That woman isn't young anymore."
Xu Chunliang lazily replied, "Twenty-nine."
Hua Zhuyue's beautiful eyes widened, her furious expression as if she could eat Xu Chunliang up: "Bullshit, if she's twenty-nine, then I wouldn't be older than eighteen!"
Xu Chunliang burst into laughter, and Hua Zhuyue couldn't help but laugh too. Women do care about age after all.
