He composed a new text message and sent it: [Who upset you? Why do you sound like you're in a bad mood?]
Gu Zixuan pressed her lips together, let out a light laugh, and replied: [No one upset me, it's late, Mr. Feng, go to sleep.]
The subtle anger of not wanting to engage made Feng Chengjin's lips curl, almost certain of some emotion.
His eyes deepened, and he replied: [Is it because I didn't pay attention to you during my date today?]
In an instant, Gu Zixuan's cheeks turned red with anger, and she furiously poked her head out of the covers.
Spitting out "Narcissist!"
She replied word by word: [Mr. Feng, you're overthinking. I understand the basic courtesy in social interactions; you don't need to remind me. You can date whoever you want without considering other people's opinions.]
Having said that, Gu Zixuan irritably sent: [It's late, Mr. Feng, hurry up and contact your date for tomorrow, good night.]
