Xi Luo returned upstairs with a cold face, her whole body filled with a low atmosphere.
She didn't go to find Zong Zhan, instead retreating to her room to smoke a lady's cigarette and adjust her mood.
The fact that Bai Yan assigned her a task wasn't unreasonable in itself.
But right at this critical moment, it seemed too deliberate.
Xi Luo leaned against the windowsill, her brows drooping as she pondered a strategy.
The door behind her suddenly swung open, and a man's low footsteps followed, "Why didn't you come to my place?"
Zong Zhan came up behind the woman, his hands naturally resting on the windowsill beside her waist.
Only then did Xi Luo furrow her brows, "Who let you get out of bed?"
"Not in a good mood?"
Zong Zhan leaned over to look at her profile, his arms subtly tightening, trapping her more closely in his embrace.
Xi Luo exhaled smoke towards the window, leaning back into Zong Zhan's chest, "It's not just bad; it's terrible."
