Lying on the bed, Zhou Mingchen reached out to grab his phone lying on the side, confirming there were no missed calls, his mind suddenly filled with doubt.
That afternoon at the company, since Xia Lu had come looking for him, whether it was to apologize or not, she must have had something to say. With her temperament, how could she endure waiting for so long, knowing that he was still angry yet not calling him up to now.
Could it be... something happened?
Once the bad idea surfaced, he couldn't stop it right away. If something had happened, shouldn't she be even more likely to contact him? Unless she couldn't. Thinking this, Zhou Mingchen sat up from the bed.
But it was he who had stormed out of the house; slinking back now would be too humiliating. He had never been so embarrassed in his life.
