Luoz suddenly stood up, sweeping everything on the table to the ground, grasped Zhang Yuan's hand, and strode away.
Zhang Yuan glanced indifferently at the mess, unconcerned about the gazes of others, allowing Luoz to pull her away without uttering a word.
Luoz walked quickly, and Zhang Yuan had to jog to keep up with his pace. Unexpectedly, he walked faster and faster, leading Zhang Yuan to stumble behind him, attracting numerous curious looks along the way, yet neither of them noticed at all.
One was immersed in his anger, oblivious to his surroundings, while the other was detached, indifferent to whether others cared or not, having long barred such concerns from entering her heart.
As soon as they got back to the room, Zhang Yuan was pinned against the door by Luoz, facing his fiery gaze, "Did you remember it?"
"What?"
"The phone number."
"No." Zhang Yuan replied without a thought, unsure if it was true or false.
