Zhou Mochen noticed her expression was off. Frowning, he reached out and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "What's on your mind? Xu Su, thinking of new ways to torture me?"
Xu Su slowly came back to her senses. For a moment, she had no idea how to face him.
After a moment of silence, she shrugged off his hand and walked toward the door. "My purse is in Shen Chen's private room, and my phone is in it. Let's go."
She and Huang Feng had been in such a rush to come back that she'd forgotten her purse.
She couldn't quite name the feeling in her heart right now, only that their relationship felt utterly meaningless.
'It's true, I'm spoiled and willful. I can't be sweet and gentle; I just throw tantrums one after another, and he always puts up with it…'
'He gets angry too. He gets tired too…'
'This is fine, too. If he's tired of it, he's free to end things.'
