The closet door didn't budge. Zhou Mingchen thought he lacked strength, so he exerted more force, but the result was the same.
His heart sank, confirming his suspicion that someone was indeed inside, likely someone with strength comparable to his own, definitely a man. Xia Lu's social circle was simple—who else but Ye Shaotang could it be? He had already drawn his conclusions, and opening the door would merely verify his suspicions. He lowered his hand, pondering whether to forcefully drag the person out to confront Xia Lu, or to call her upstairs to give her a chance to explain.
Whichever approach he took, it would be disastrous. He couldn't comprehend why Xia Lu would sneak back to see him when he was out. Did she really have so much to discuss with Ye Shaotang? And if they were meeting, why lie to him? He knew Ye Shaotang, so the only explanation was a guilty conscience.
