The person on the other end paused for a moment. "It's nothing. I'm just glad you got home safely. I was just worried you drank too much and might sleep past your stop."
Afraid that Xi Zirong might say something romantic, Xu Su quickly said, "If that's all, I'm hanging up now."
The brief call ended, and Xu Su looked nervously at Zhou Mochen.
His face held the calm before the storm. The more furious he was, the calmer his expression became.
Xu Su knew him all too well.
This made her even more nervous.
Zhou Mochen stroked her slightly sweaty forehead, his voice gentle. "What are you afraid of?"
Xu Su shook her head. She clutched her phone and forced an unnatural smile. "I want to go home."
"Mm," Zhou Mochen nodded slowly. "You let this Xi Zirong call you Susu. Is there anything you'd like to explain to me?"
Xu Su lowered her head and said nothing. She really didn't think she owed Zhou Mochen any explanation.
