"I was tired." Because she was lying, Qin Zhi'ai replied simply.
"What did you buy?" Lowering his eyes, Gu Yusheng took a sip of coffee with a calm look.
"Nothing." Qin Zhi'ai realized that such an answer was too perfunctory, and then she continued, "I didn't see anything I liked while shopping, so I didn't buy anything."
Gu Yusheng kept lowering his eyes, but nobody knew that he was holding the cup of coffee with a tight grip.
He knew better than anyone else that she hadn't gone shopping at all. However, after he had come home from SPK, he had looked at his phone obsessively and looked forward to receiving text receipts from the bank that notified him of account activity.
However, as time passed by, he smoked cigarette after cigarette. He had nearly smoked an entire pack of cigarettes, but still hadn't received any information.
The feeling of waiting was so suffering that he felt a slight pain in his chest.
