Thomas' dark face seemed to lighten the moment he saw the door opened. But it was short-lived. Seeing Zhou Jingren's face immediately made him tensed. The suffocating atmosphere assaulted him, it pricked his skin like thin needles. He took a step back, away from the man who was glaring at him as if he just committed the crime of killing his wife.
"I — " Thomas stuttered.
"Why are you here?" he growled, narrowing his eyes at Thomas.
"I — " he cleared his throat as he composed himself. "I need to talk to Lily."
"Lily?" an icy smile crept on his face. "I was not aware that you are… on a first-name basis with my wife." Zhou Jingren dragged the words 'my wife' as if informing him that she is his.
