Leaning against the door panel, with her hands placed between the small of her back and the door, Qiao Mo felt uneasy.
He twisted the doorknob; it wasn't locked.
His expression eased a bit.
The door opened.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes slightly and took two steps back. Her gaze swept across the slippers on his feet as she turned and walked toward the sofa, never lifting her head.
Seeing the woman in front of him trying to escape, he caught up with her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back. He spoke in a deep voice, "Where did you go? Hmm?"
Qiao Mo didn't try to break free. She slowly looked up at him, sneering, "Do I have to report my whereabouts to you?"
Seeing the mockery in her eyes, his expression turned colder, and he pressed his thin lips without a word.
