However unwilling she was to admit it, Xu Su had to concede that deep down, she was a little afraid of Zhou Mochen.
She was about to say something, but when she caught sight of Xi Zirong out of the corner of her eye, the words died on her lips.
Meanwhile, Xi Zirong stared at the man who was acting so familiar with Xu Su. He was taken aback at first, but then, as if realizing something, he abruptly straightened up, looking uncharacteristically nervous and flustered. "Are you Xu Su's brother?"
Hearing the voice from the side, Zhou Mochen finally deigned to turn his head and glance over.
He gave the boy a disdainful glance and his thin lips parted to speak, but Xu Su gave his sleeve a sharp tug.
Xu Su had no time to worry about anything else. After stopping Zhou Mochen from speaking, she turned to Xi Zirong. "That's right, he's my brother. I'll just have him take me home. You should head back."
