"You've got the wrong person." Upon hearing his voice, Yan Xia's heart skipped a beat, but her tone was frosty.
Yu Han seemed to be momentarily stunned, then said, "I'm sorry."
Yan Xia pursed her lips, hesitating whether to ask him what was going on.
"What are you doing?" Yu Han was the one to break the ice first.
"I...am at home." Her words were barely out, when a car honked on the street outside.
Yu Han's voice hardened a bit: "You're lying."
Damn the car!
"Am I not allowed to forget my key when I go out?" Yan Xia retorted angrily.
"You left your key? Are you outside by yourself now?" The anxiety in Yu Han's voice immediately ramped up.
"Who said that?" Yan Xia countered.
There were so many people on the street.
The line was silent for a moment.
"Locksmiths are definitely busy with the New Year's festivities, so why don't you come over to my place for now?" Yu Han suggested.
