"You're not angry with me for calling you out so late, are you?" Lin Xilin asked on the way back.
"No," Zhou Mingchen, hands on the steering wheel, focused on the road ahead.
"Ms. Xia... she wouldn't mind, would she?" Lin Xilin continued softly, "Did you tell her about this?"
"No."
Sensing Zhou Mingchen's cold response, Lin Xilin fell silent, knowing when to keep her mouth shut.
The car stopped downstairs, and Lin Xilin opened the door to get out, bent over to say thanks, "I can go up by myself, you should head home early, thank you so much for today."
At half-past eleven, Xia Lu closed her computer and leaned on the windowsill to look down.
Looking through the glass on the side of the bedroom bay window, she could just make out the entrance to the villa's garage. Zhou Mingchen hadn't come back yet at this time; what on earth was he doing?
