Xu Su was left speechless. 'As if his own motives are so pure.'
'Didn't he want to whisk me away to his lair and guard me from the moment we met? Now he's upset just because someone else had the same idea...'
"I got his license plate number. It won't take long to run a check." In the entryway, Zhou Mochen pulled out her little pink slippers. He didn't seem angry that she wouldn't answer. "If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. It's not like you could possibly fall for that old man anyway."
Had the man today been ten or twenty years younger, and had Xu Su still been so secretive, Zhou Mochen's mind would have been racing with possibilities.
As it stood, Zhou Mochen was confident enough. If Xu Su could really reject him for a flabby-faced man in his forties, then the world had truly gone mad.
The truth was, it wasn't that Xu Su was unwilling to talk about it. She just hadn't figured out how to phrase it yet.
