Zhou Mingchen curbed his smile, hands in pockets, "So where did you really go last night?"
The inevitable question always comes. Xia Lu looked at him, "I slept at a friend's house."
"Which friend?"
That question was exactly the same as the one Xia Zhiqiu had asked. Xia Lu, with a stiff face, said, "Someone you don't know."
Zhou Mingchen observed her, and although his eyes radiated suspicion, he didn't press on. Compared to this, there was something even more important.
"Reporters might come to you soon."
Xia Lu remembered the group that had surrounded the entrance of the complex. What he said was right, and it wasn't might, it was already happening.
"In case they do ask, you should be careful about your wording," Zhou Mingchen said, more a demand than a suggestion.
"Hmm?" Xia Lu looked up at him, hoping he would elaborate.
