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"Okay thank you Dylan--AHHHHH!"
Upon stepping inside the grandiose hall of Pontecelli Penthouse, Zeirenne dropped her phone out of surprise. Jin was right in front of her face.
"Where have you been?" he asked with a restrained but sharp voice. His chest sprung up and down, just like hers.
Zeirenne heaved a sigh of relief, "You scared me! Tsk!" She threw a light jab on his chest before crouching down to reach her phone.
"You didn't answer my question. Where have you been? And why do you want Dylan to investigate some people?" Jin hissed, "Tsk. You got startled because you're hiding something from me."
Zeirenne scratched her head. "Hihi. You heard it?
He stood still waiting for an explanation, but her marbled eyes pleading like a cute kitty made him surrender, "Alright. You don't have to tell me anything. You'll probably make up another lie if I force you anyways."
It was her turn to pout, so childish he couldn't stop himself from smiling before pinching her cheeks.
