When Shu Pan returned home, it was close to 9 o'clock. The living room was dim, with only scattered spots of light.
Shu Pan was startled and quickly turned on the lights. She saw Gu Shaoting sitting on the sofa, his face gloomy and dark. He was smoking, something he usually did when he was troubled.
"Why didn't you turn on the lights? Have you eaten?" Shu Pan asked cautiously. His expression of keeping his distance startled her a bit.
"Why did you come back so late?" Gu Shaoting took a drag of his cigarette and then asked Shu Pan.
"Working on a project. These past few days have been busy." Shu Pan told a little lie, looking at him with some unease.
"Shu Pan, I underestimated you. Turns out you're quite capable. How can working on a project require you to go to a restaurant with a man? What else have you done?" Gu Shaoting suddenly stood up, his hand gripping Shu Pan's chin. His tone was heavy, laced with anger.
