His breathing was slightly heavy, like the beat of a drum in the darkness, a dull yet weighty sound. Lu Weixi withdrew her hand, turned around, and faced him. Qin Zhiyou's expression was still quite calm, but with a long arm, he reached out and shut the door behind her.
In front of her was him, and behind her, a door. Although Qin Zhiyou hadn't said anything, his expression was a bit solemn, as if he had questions.
"Is there something wrong?"
She didn't know why she could still remain so calm at this moment. Especially when she saw Qin Zhiyou's face, she immediately remembered the scene she had just witnessed outside the shop window, where he met with Fang Rushuang.
Actually, she knew what Qin Zhiyou wanted to talk about. His silent presence here at this moment was surely about the matter she and Qin Zhigu had in the living room just now.
