Don't get in a stranger's car...
Don't hang around with Jiang Muzhou...
Lin Chu gradually detected a different tone; Lu Huai'an never used to talk to her like this.
Could it be... jealousy?
The immature thought surfaced, and Lin Chu couldn't stay lying down anymore. She crawled out of the covers, sat cross-legged, and straightened up on the bed.
Her clean little face blossomed with a captivatingly bright smile, and even her eyes, dry from insomnia, gleamed with liveliness.
Pressing her lips together, she tentatively asked, "Lu Huai'an, are you... are you jealous?"
Every bedroom in the small building had excellent soundproofing, making it so quiet that Lin Chu could clearly hear her own heartbeat.
Her long curled eyelashes blinked, casting shadows on her eyelids, waiting expectantly for his answer.
However...
"Beep... beep... beep..."
The busy tone of a disconnected call.
Lin Chu was a bit confused and puzzled.
