The two of them looked puzzled, quite perplexed.
"What's this?" Lu Dapao stared at the pile of clothes on the sofa.
"These are Chuanzi's clothes," Zhou Kai said.
"They..." Lu Dapao's imagination ran wild, seeing all of Lin Chuan's clothes left here, could this mean the two of them had quite a scene between them?
"Don't talk nonsense," Zhou Kai shot Lu Dapao a glare, saying, "Chuanzi's matters don't require your random speculations."
"I didn't say anything, look at how nervous you're getting," Lu Dapao laughed.
At this moment, Zhou Kai found a note on the table: Brothers, I'll be leaving for a few days, take good care of our turf until I return.
"This... This is Chuanzi's handwriting!" Zhou Kai said emphatically.
Lu Dapao leaned in with curiosity and glanced a few times, saying, "Hmm, it seems so."
"No, I need to call Chuanzi." Zhou Kai immediately dialed the number. They've been in Japan long enough to have already got local phone numbers.
