Si Mingjing couldn't help but tense up and said into the phone, "Senior Brother, I still have things to deal with here. I'm going to hang up now."
She hung up.
Mo Yinhe walked toward her with a dark face, seemingly bringing a storm with him. "Who were you on the phone with, laughing so happily?"
Si Mingjing didn't answer but watched him warily.
"What are you here for?"
Mo Yinhe lifted his eyelids, offering a justified reason, "You haven't given me my acupuncture today."
He had purposefully taken a shower and timed his arrival, thinking she would be ready for bed by now. Little did he know she was actually in the kitchen cooking and chatting on the phone with another man, laughing so delightfully, as if she were basking in the warm sun.
She had never laughed like that in front of him. Was it because he didn't deserve it?
A fire of jealousy ignited in Mo Yinhe's chest. He itched to slaughter the man on the phone.
