Liang Xiao's words utterly shattered Lin Zhou's last shred of dignity.
He suddenly opened the door, stepped out, and locked it behind him. Angrily, he walked to Liang Xiao, raising his hand.
The surge of anger made him want to slap Liang Xiao twice, making her take back her words.
But he didn't.
His upbringing from childhood forcibly restrained that impulse.
He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists tightly, and blood oozed again from between his fingers, dripping onto the floor.
Zhou Ruilian saw and fetched iodine and gauze to disinfect and bandage him. But he shook her hand away, his eyes full of anger ready to erupt, staring hard at Liang Xiao and questioning, "Tell me, how did you get in?"
"Ha, the way you ask, it was you who called me to come, and now you're pretending?"
"Clarify your words, when did I ever call you?"
"Last night, in the middle of the night, around... 3 a.m.? Can't remember!"
"Nonsense, I was already asleep by then, how could I have called you?"
