"My friend..." Shang Zhitao turned to look, not seeing Luan Nian standing in the shadows. "My friend should be waiting for me outside. It's fine, I'll wait here for him. Go on up and get settled, you have work tomorrow." "Will you be all right on your own?" "I'll be fine." Shang Zhitao watched Sun Yuanzhu climb the stairs, then turned back and saw Luan Nian step out of the shadows. "Oh? I thought you weren't here." Luan Nian glanced at her things but didn't help her, turning instead toward the car. "You're not going to help me?" Shang Zhitao asked him. "Don't you have hands?" Luan Nian tossed out that line and got into the car, watching coldly as Shang Zhitao struggled with everything alone. She didn't have much, two large suitcases and a big cardboard box. Someone drifting around Beijing alone probably didn't keep too many things. Moving twice a year like a migratory bird, ...
Shang Zhitao had never seen Luan Nian this angry before. She curled up in the passenger seat, not daring to speak. But Luan Nian kept at it, making her feel both guilty and humiliated, so she stiffened her neck and argued back. "Wasn't it you who said we should keep our distance?" "Keep our distance? Sure. Sleep together like friends, work together like colleagues, and once we're outside the company, we're strangers." "Haven't I been doing fine with that? I didn't bother you when something happened, so why are you blaming me now." Shang Zhitao's words had no real conviction behind them, her voice coming out low and muffled, but every sentence still managed to be infuriating. Luan Nian was already furious, and hearing her talk back like this, he suddenly felt like worrying over someone like her had been a waste of his time. "Now you've got plenty to say. When you needed the electricity money, why couldn't you speak ...