How do you know on which floor do I live?

"Xiao Cai!" Without waiting for Cai Jingyao to finish, Mr. Dan interrupted her, his tone still as calm as ever. "Why did you suddenly become so distant with me, calling me you?"

There was a slight smile in Mr. Dan's voice when he spoke, but it was oppressive.

Cai Jingyao had her head lowered, and her hands, of which nails were covered in nail polish, were tightly gripping onto the napkin. She bit her lip and didn't say a word.

Seeing Cai Jingyao remain silent, Mr. Dan didn't insist. He picked up his phone and slipped it into his suit pocket. "Let's go. I'll send you back."

"There's no need, Mr. Dan!" Cai Jingyao hurriedly waved her hands. She frantically grabbed her shoulder bag from behind her and put it on. She then stood up. "I can take a cab myself. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Dan. But in the future… in the future…"