He personally escorted his girlfriend downstairs, put her in the car, and gave her a farewell kiss.
Before leaving, Lin Lu gave Cheng Zhu the gift that was on the passenger seat—a designer briefcase for him to use when traveling.
After spending a night under the same blanket, the intimacy between the two had undoubtedly deepened.
For some reason, Cheng Zhu wasn't overly eager about Lin Lu.
He definitely had desires—after all, Little Lu was top-notch in every aspect.
However, he wasn't in a rush.
"It's my first love," he thought to himself.
There was always a need to preserve the feeling of first love.
Take it step by step, each step holding its unique beauty.
Cheng Zhu went back upstairs, and as soon as he returned to his room, he received a call from Jiang Wanzhou.
"Hey hey hey!" Little President Jiang said.
"Spit it out quick."
"Wow! What's with your damn attitude? Think you're all that because it's your birthday?" Jiang Wanzhou spoke with a hint of grievance.
