Walking to the parking lot, Zhou Luchen tried that number again, but to no avail—it was still temporarily unreachable. Being blocked wasn't hard to guess, but he wasn't in the mood for guessing. He had Zhuang Ming drive back to Night Mansion.
Zhuang Ming glanced in the rearview mirror. The Second Young Master's craving for cigarettes was getting fiercer.
「Before they knew it, the end of the year was approaching.」
Even if Shen Jing wanted to see Zhou Luchen's face, she realized that she couldn't find a single photo of him, even after scouring the internet and her phone.
In her photo album, there were only pictures of the back of his hand with its protruding veins, and his Adam's apple, snapped sneakily while he was asleep.
Leaving my umbrella at the guard station on purpose, not getting it back... it was just my way of saying, "Zhou Luchen, oh Zhou Luchen, I saw everything."
Could it be that he didn't understand what I was really angry about?
