He stared at the text with a blank expression.
He wanted to reply.
"What are you doing?" A voice came from behind him. Startled, he threw the phone away.
"Nothing," Zixuan replied, looking guilty, fingers shaking as the phone slipped out of his hand.
Haoran looked at him with suspicion. "If it's nothing, why are you behaving suspiciously?"
Being interrogated was one thing Zixuan couldn't take. "It's none of your business," he spat, picking up the phone and locking it immediately.
Haoran's eyes lingered on his movements, a brow raised. "I really hope it's nothing," he said. "You won't like what I'll do to you if I find out you're hiding something."
He was about to sit with Zixuan when his name was called again. With a sigh, he walked out, not without giving Zixuan a sharp glance.
Zixuan's eyes followed his movements until he left. Feeling his phone vibrate, he unlocked it with his fingerprint.
It was another message from Anran.
"?"
A single question mark.
