It was 8 P.M. when Zhou Youming walked back to the family residences.
Song Xiwen was getting ready to take a shower and was startled by the sound of the door opening, then immediately turned and walked out of the bedroom.
Standing at the bedroom door, she looked coldly at Zhou Youming, who was changing his shoes, and scoffed, "Finally, you deign to return? If I hadn't caused a problem, would you not have called me or even come home?"
Zhou Youming took off his coat and hung it on the rack by the door, pausing mid-motion at her words, and turned to look at Song Xiwen in disbelief, "So you met with that old man just to get me to see it?"
In truth, whether she did or didn't was immaterial; the key issue was that her behavior had severely exceeded Zhou Youming's understanding.
"You think too highly of yourself," Song Xiwen denied vehemently, yet Zhou Youming's next words made her face change color instantly.
