Xu Su had a habit of taking her anger out on others. After going downstairs, she didn't walk toward where Zhou Mochen was parked. Instead, she headed straight for the bus stop and took a bus back to school.
From a distance, Zhou Mochen watched her get on the bus. His expression darkened, and he started his car to follow it.
The bus was slow, having to stop at every station for passengers. So, the moment Xu Su stepped off, she saw Zhou Mochen waiting for her at the stop.
His face was grim, his brow furrowed as he watched her. He strode over, clearly furious. "Xu Su, can't you be reasonable? Is this really my fault?"
'That's right, it wasn't his fault. After all, Young Master Zhou would never normally deign to live in such a shabby building. He only ever showed his face when he went back with her on the weekends.'
