In the room, Nanxi was leaning on the bed hugging her quilt, her eyes occasionally wandering towards the balcony.
At this moment, the man was only dressed in a fluffy bathrobe, his hair was still damp, his strong arm was holding a mobile phone, standing there. Even his mere silhouette was so charming that it was hard to look directly at him.
Nanxi's heart was in a mess, mainly because she was wondering what Lu Yinchu and Li Weihuan were talking about, especially considering he was avoiding her.
Lu Yinchu's phone call didn't take long, roughly about five minutes before he ended it. But he didn't return to the bedroom immediately. Instead, he took out a stick of tobacco from the box he had taken out earlier, lit it up and started smoking.
He seemed agitated.
Nanxi's eyes flickered as her sense of unease deepened. She wanted to approach him to ask what was going on, but what should she ask?
