Who is she talking to?
Su Zhinian frowned and resumed taking off his shoes. He walked into the living room with faltering steps and spotted the phone in her hand.
So, she's on the phone… Even though Su Zhinian could normally tell instantly who was on the other end of the line, that night, his brain was addled by alcohol.
"Brother Yinan, you have drunk too much tonight, let's chat some other time, you need to get some rest."
Su Zhinian's body froze; his feet stuck to the ground.
Qin Yinan… Of course, she is talking to Qin Yinan… She rejected my ride home just to take care of Qin Yinan. Even after she took him back home, she was still talking to Qin Yinan…
Fury coursed through Su Zhinian's body, cooking up a potent cocktail of bitterness and jealousy.
