"No," declined Zhaoyang as she shook her head, "I promised my mother to stay with her for the next few days."
"Do you think she needs you now? Judging from how you were almost 'refrigerated' yesterday?"
She looked through the window, "I know I'm not welcomed in this house. I only chose to stay due to my sense of duty as her daughter. She's my birth mother after all. You don't have to worry about me."
"Hah!" The devil chuckled as he stomped on the pedal and zoomed away. His one hand dialed somebody while going 99 on the empty road. "Well, we just got out. We aren't going back so soon."
"What do yo-"
"Yes, Cheng, it's me." Completely ignoring Zhaoyang, Huo Yunting spoke on his phone, "It's been a while since we had a drink. Join me. Oh, please don't tell me you're doing the unspeakable on one of your actresses again."
Lu Zhaoyang rolled her eyes.
The unspeakable…what?
*Doing* on the actress?
