Xiyan lifted her gaze.
She saw Ou Jue leaning on the edge of the doorframe with one hand, slightly panting, completely different from his usual composed self, calm and unflappable no matter the situation.
Those eyes, always indifferent toward the world, were now filled with a whirlwind of complex emotions, glaring fiercely at Xiyan!
Uh.
Xiyan shrank her neck.
After a two-second pause, Ou Jue strode forward with the posture of wanting to strangle Xiyan, gritting his teeth as he roared in fury, "Xia Xiyan! Filming a show and you still manage to go missing? Damn woman, do you have any idea that I practically turned the whole city upside down to find you?"
The calm and noble tone he had during the earlier phone call was completely gone.
She had never seen Ou Jue lose his temper like this.
Face-to-face, direct and brutal.
Xiyan sniffled, feeling a little aggrieved.
This jerk—what's with yelling at me? Do you think I wanted things to turn out this way?
