Zhou Mochen's expression tightened. When he thought about where she was getting ready to go, his smile completely vanished.
His girlfriend was going to meet some online friends by herself; it would be a miracle if he wasn't worried. He was about to say something else, but Xu Su had already finished getting ready and turned to enter the walk-in closet.
It was clear he couldn't stop her, and trying again would likely just start another fight. Zhou Mochen could only grab her wrist and say resignedly, "Text me when you get there. Keep your phone on, and you have to answer if I call. I'll worry otherwise, you know?"
Xu Su gave a noncommittal "mhm," closed the door to the walk-in closet, and started picking out an outfit.
