Zuo Aiai knew that her careful handling of a phone call would raise Anran's suspicions, but if she answered it in Anran's presence, everything would be exposed.
Her lips pursed, and her face looked terrible. She walked a significant distance away before picking up the call.
"Why did it take you so long to answer?" a low, hurried voice came from the other end of the line.
"Why are you calling me out of the blue?" Zuo Aiai replied, sounding somewhat impatient.
They both had an agreement not to call each other as much. Ever since they moved in together, Zuo Aiai hardly ever called him.
"Why haven't you come home so late?" Ji Nanfeng asked, seemingly oblivious to her impatience.
"I'm at Anran's place, I'm planning on spending the night here in their villa."
"I'm home." Ji Nanfeng spoke in a voice that was impeccably calm.
Home?
Zuo Aiai laughed derisively. Every time Ji Nanfeng referred to that golden house as 'home,' she found it funny.
