Shi Nuan had never seen her uncle with such a predatory look in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour her whole, and she inexplicably felt a chill down her spine.
She thought about how it had always been like this since childhood; her uncle's demands on her were always overbearing. If she failed to comply with any of them, he would come up with various ways to reprimand her.
Shi Nuan pursed her lips and whispered, "I'm sorry, Uncle. I didn't mean to come home late. I just had some personal matters and lost track of time."
A hint of dampness flashed through Lu Xingshen's eyes,
"Personal matters? What kind of matters?"
"It's my friend Nianyang. She was sick, so I went to see her and lost track of time. Please don't be mad, Uncle."
Shi Nuan mumbled vaguely, unsure why, but she just didn't want to mention that she was with Chu Zhan.
As for the reason, she wasn't certain. It seemed as if a voice deep in her brain forbade her from telling anyone.
