Zixuan managed to flag a taxi back to his house. His plan was to go straight to his room.
But—
As he entered the living room,
"Cough, cough."
He was welcomed with a cough. Why were his parents seated on the sofa like they'd been waiting for a long time?
"Where did you go?" Mrs. Fu asked, looking at her son with suspicion. Where exactly had he been?
Was her son cheating on Haoran?
"Mom, why are you interrogating me this early in the morning?" Zixuan asked, confused by the sudden questions. This wasn't the first time he had come home at this hour.
And why was his father unusually quiet today?
Mrs. Fu shook her head. "Nothing. Have a seat," she said, pointing to the sofa opposite them.
Zixuan nodded and took a seat. He sat patiently, waiting for them to start whatever this was about.
Silence ensued. Mr. and Mrs. Fu kept staring at each other, locked in a silent battle of who should speak first.
Zixuan caught sight of the exchange. What were his parents hiding?
