Weisheng held her hand gently as he walked her out of the alleyway and back into the night market. She was uncertain if he was angry or not. Usually, if he were angry, he would show it. But recently, Xiaoling had noticed Weisheng trying to change his ways to win her heart. So, it was highly likely he was burning in rage.
Xiaoling hummed as she thought of an appropriate answer to his question. She didn't want to wait too long before answering it.
"Why are you asking?" She asked, unable to think of a good explanation.
"Hmm?" Weisheng murmured interrogatively before looking back at her as they walked, "You said 'Zisheng' before disappearing." He scoffed, "That sounds like another man I don't know about."
