It's like she's hiding from something.
However, Feng Ziheng didn't ask a single question.
...
Next door.
Zizhuo Xi was curled up on the sofa, incessantly calling Chu Liangxia's phone.
However, it had been half an hour since Chu Liangxia last answered the phone, and she hadn't picked up since.
Zizhuo Xi frowned, sensing that she had been played.
"You say—" Zizhuo Xi glared at Ling Xize angrily.
"Don't say it."
Ling Xize interrupted her leisurely.
...
Zizhuo Xi gritted her teeth.
Ever since Chu Liangxia went next door, she had been grilling her for information, trying to find out when Feng Ziheng would return, but it had been dragging on until now.
She was foolish enough to believe that Chu Liangxia hadn't lied to her, let alone gone next door to wait and block Feng Ziheng.
"You're the fool," Ling Xize shot her a glance.
"What do you mean?" Zizhuo Xi glared at him.
