"What's came up?" Zixuan asked in a calm tone, but by his expression, you could tell he wasn't happy.
"I…" Haoran stammered, reluctance obvious in his eyes. He didn't want to say.
Zixuan dropped the utensils, stood up from the chair, and walked out.
"Where are you going?" Haoran shouted behind him as he rushed to follow.
"To the car," Zixuan replied, walking straight toward the parked car. "Open it," he ordered, looking at the cautious Haoran.
"Didn't you say you wanted to end the date? Let's go."
"It's not that, something came up."
With a raised hand, Zixuan cut him off. "I don't need your excuses. What's so important that you decide to end our date?"
"You can't tell me," Zixuan said, frustration slipping through. "Open the door, or else I'll go back to my parents' house."
Haoran quickly unlocked the car door. He obviously didn't want that.
Zixuan pulled the door open, entered, and closed it with force — a loud thud echoing through the air.
