Han Xin's voice cut through the chaos, calm but edged with irritation. "I didn't kill him. He left and didn't want to talk to me."
Han Zhan rushed back into the lounge, his expression shifting from panic to exasperation. "So it was a couple's fight?"
Han Xin didn't reply, but his silence was answer enough. Han Zhan groaned, running a hand through his hair. "What did you do wrong? Tell me so we can fix it!"
Again, Han Xin said nothing.
Han Zhan bolted to the bedroom again, this time checking the closet. "At least he didn't take his clothes," he muttered under his breath before returning to the lounge. He leaned against the table, staring at Han Xin. "What exactly happened?"
Han Xin finally spoke, his voice flat. "Nothing. He just went back to stay with the twins last night when I didn't come back. It seems he spotted the assassins while he was heading there."
Han Zhan's eyes widened. "Wait, wait… did you tell him you were going to be late last night?"
