Xiang Wan was puffing out her cheeks like a pufferfish, fuming with anger.
Zuo Xingyun was amused by her, it was one of those smiles that didn't quite reach his eyes. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "I should be the one angry here, what are you mad about?"
"Why should you be angry? Xu Zhiheng went to my house on his own; I didn't invite him!" Xiang Wan didn't feel in the wrong. She had intended to reply with a message to refuse, but he had taken her phone, hadn't he? She couldn't reply, so it was her fault?
Zuo Xingyun seemed not to want to bring up Xu Zhiheng, his scant smile disappearing as he steered her toward the car.
Xiang Wan tried to struggle but found his arm tightening around her, holding her so tightly that it was uncomfortable. He was angry...
Xiang Wan wasn't completely hardheaded; when he got angry, it was quite scary, and her own temper immediately deflated.
