Su Wanxin, full of bravado, retorted to him. Fu Shihan looked at her, laughed out of anger, then pushed her face, shoving her into the bathroom.
The bathroom door closed, and he leaned against the door, anxiously waiting.
There was no movement inside for a long time, and he couldn't help but speak up, "Are you going to keep stalling, or should I come in?"
"I locked the door, you can't get in."
"Heh." Fu Shihan sneered. "You think I learned how to pick locks for nothing?"
Su Wanxin rolled her eyes and fell silent.
Fu Shihan was anxiously waiting, rarely showing such impatience with her.
He frowned, unable to describe the feeling in his heart. He just felt an inexplicable emotion piling up in his chest, uncomfortable and itchy.
He took a long, deep breath, with many recent events flashing through his mind.
The good and the bad, the happy and the angry, all were related to her.
He thought for a long time, and the bathroom door finally opened.
