Tang Ying was very quiet, but her heart was pounding. She looked at Zhang Ziwen, who seemed unchanged since she last saw him, handsomely calm and collected. Even within the interrogation room, there was no sign of embarrassment or disarray about him. But why was he avoiding her gaze? He had been in the United States without seeking her out. Did he sneak into her bedroom only to deliver a gift? Why didn't he wake her up? Was he really unwilling to face her? Was he still hung up on her rejecting him? Tang Ying felt a twinge of distress in her heart.
This silence was suffocating. Zhang Ziwen felt uneasy under Tang Ying's steady gaze. He realized that he should be taking the initiative as a man, no matter how uncomfortable. He finally set his gaze on Tang Ying's lovely face.
"How... how did you know I was here?" Zhang Ziwen tried to keep his voice steady.
