I went to the bathroom and came back, my phone kept vibrating in the dark, the "ding dong" alert tone didn't stop for a second. Late at night, it almost felt like a haunting.
Ji Minghuan scratched his ear helplessly and ignored the bombardment of messages from Su Zimai.
He extended the restraint belt from his fingertips, retrieved the phone from beside his pillow, slid the screen a few times, and turned on the Do Not Disturb mode—if it were Blue Arc, he might have just blocked her; but this was his sister, who knows what she'd do when angry, he really couldn't afford to annoy her.
He lay back on the bed feeling a bit speechless, unsure of why his sister was suddenly acting crazy.
Normally, Su Zimai either wouldn't say half a word or would disappear for one or two months like she's dead; but now she seemed to have a "family must love each other" stamp imprinted on her brain, afraid of not annoying him to death, as if she's suddenly developed bipolar disorder overnight.
