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Chapter 1553

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Shi Xiaoya recalled what she had planned to say to him before the gala started.

She had planned to tell him that she was no longer angry.

But she had missed the chance to let nature take its course. Now that she suddenly brought it up, it was a little abrupt.

Shi Xiaoya decided to just let nature take its course and get along with him, just like before.

He should understand.

If he asked again, then she would just say it clearly.

But in the end, Han Zhuoling did not say anything for the whole journey.

Shi Xiaoya wanted to break this silent and awkward atmosphere, but she did not know what to say.

Halfway through the journey, Shi Xiaoya finally thought of a topic.

"Young Master Ling, which episode of Survivor are you participating in next?" Shi Xiaoya asked.

She thought that since she had started it, at least the two of them had something in common in this aspect. They worked on a show together and had common topics to talk about. They would definitely be able to chat.

But when Han Zhuoling heard Shi Xiaoya's words, he misunderstood.

He thought that Shi Xiaoya was asking him when he was going to film the show so that she could avoid him.

Han Zhuoling tightened his grip on the steering wheel. She was already so angry.

But thinking about it, it made sense too. After all, he had said such overboard things.

Han Zhuoling pursed his thin lips for a while before saying, "I don't know."

His voice was gloomy, and it sounded like he was angry.

Shi Xiaoya turned to look at him in confusion. She did not know what was wrong with this man. Why did he seem unhappy again?

Hence, the topic that she had finally thought of was killed off just like that.

Shi Xiaoya sighed silently in her heart and did not say anything else.

Because the car was so quiet that she did not know what to do, she could only turn to look at the scenery outside the window and find something to do with her eyes.

Hence, Shi Xiaoya did not notice that Han Zhuoling would turn to look at her from time to time.

When Han Zhuoling parked the car below Shi Xiaoya's house, Shi Xiaoya then realized in shock. "I didn't tell you where I live. How did you know?"

Han Zhuoling: "…"

Could he say that he followed her here the last time?

It sounded like a pervert.

This was really hard to explain. Otherwise, she would misunderstand that he had investigated her behind her back.

No one would be happy to be secretly investigated.

Moreover, if Han Zhuoling really didn't do that, then it would be very unfair.

Luckily, Shi Xiaoya actually did not think in that direction before.

She suddenly stopped talking. She awkwardly recalled that on the day she returned from Nanhai City, Han Zhuoling seemed to have followed her all the way from the airport to here.

She had forgotten about it and blurted it out.

Now that he thought about it, he remembered the incident that day. He suddenly felt embarrassed. Why did he mention it for no reason?

Looking at her, Han Zhuoling knew that she had remembered.

Han Zhuoling also pinched the corners of his eyes uncomfortably.

Shi Xiaoya unfastened her seatbelt and thanked him. "Thank you for sending me back. Then … I'll go back first. Be careful on the road."

After saying that, Shi Xiaoya got out of the car.

Han Zhuoling felt awkward when he heard her say, "You, you, you."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly took out his keys, unfastened his seatbelt, and got out of the car.

Shi Xiaoya had just closed the car door and turned around when Han Zhuoling blocked her way.

Shi Xiaoya did not expect that the man who had just been sitting in the car would suddenly appear in front of her.

His movements were too fast.

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