"Uncle, no, he's a colleague. He's just temporarily driving me here."
Left and right, Jing Che referred to him as the driver, making Ji Junxue feel embarrassed as if he was being tormented.
"You must be tired after coming over. Junxue, why don't you take our guest up to your cousin's room to rest and watch some TV? I'll go help your aunt, and your sister will be here in the afternoon."
"Okay!"
With that, Zhang Zhiqiang grabbed the items and headed towards the kitchen in the back.
Ji Junxue led Jing Che upstairs, navigating the narrow and slightly dark staircase.
The second floor was cleaner than the first.
Clearly, the second floor had been well renovated.
His cousin's room was the master bedroom, renovated for his future bride, and it was exceptionally spacious.
On the floor lay pristine ceramic tiles, a large wooden bed, and a TV mounted on the wall opposite the bed.
There was a writing desk, a wardrobe, a set of sofas—simple furniture in a big room.
