The man did not seem to hear her question. Raising the apple in his hand, he asked with a raised brow, "You want an apple, right? Aren't you eating?"
The woman thought that he was deliberately avoiding the topic and tried to make him talk with much reluctance. "Gao Nan, don't change the topic, okay? I'm asking you seriously; there's no need to cover it up, is there?"
He looked at her sans any expression or movement, then suddenly he put the apple and the fruit knife on the table.
He hooked his lips into a smile, took a wet wipe to clean his fingers elegantly, and asked with a deadpan expression, "Do I have to report my whereabouts to you last night? Am I a prisoner of yours to report my location to you anytime, anywhere?"
Xiao Xue's face stiffened for a moment. "That's not what I mean."
"Then, what do you mean?"
