Zhang Xiaoshan was like he had seen a ghost, really startled, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, instantly sobering up.
His vision gradually became clear.
Li Ya.
"Little Ya, why are you in my house?"
Zhang Xiaoshan was startled.
"Why can't I come? But you, Zhang Xiaoshan, what did you do last night?"
Li Ya glared at him, questioning him as if he were a criminal.
Zhang Xiaoshan was shocked by Li Ya's attitude.
Normally, Li Ya was always polite to him, sweetly calling him "Little Shan brother," with a gentle and soft demeanor.
Now, she was fierce, calling him directly by his full name.
"Little Ya, so early in the morning, are you on edge?"
"If you don't clarify things today, not only am I on edge, I might as well have swallowed a bomb," she retorted.
Zhang Xiaoshan, seeing Li Ya so angry, also felt uneasy and didn't want to argue further, so he made up an excuse.
