Xu Su started to think back. They had stayed at the hospital last night, and she seemed to recall him taking a phone call. His expression had indeed been a little off when he returned, but she'd taken cold medicine at the time and was incredibly drowsy. 'How could I have possibly noticed something like that...'
'But for him to know I met with Xi Zirong and still manage to hold back from confronting me directly... that's so unlike him.'
'If I hadn't been in a bad mood and picked a fight, he probably would have kept it to himself indefinitely...'
At this thought, Xu Su felt a strange pang of heartache. With Zhou Mochen's incredibly jealous nature, who knew what kind of wild scenarios he'd dreamed up after finding out she'd spent most of the day with Xi Zirong. Yet he'd chosen to just bottle it all up. 'Why didn't he just ask me directly?'
'Or did he think he already had the answer?'
'What answer could he possibly have?'
