There was a subservience in his tone and demeanor. The way he just stood there, watching her quietly without a word, made her deeply uncomfortable.
"Aren't you angry?" she asked, lifting her long lashes to look at him, her gaze unreadable.
He cautiously took her hand, his touch tentative. "If you want the truth," he said slowly, "then I have to tell you... I'm furious."
His voice was calm and low, yet held a crystalline chill. As he spoke, he began to lead her away.
Shen Lang didn't refuse.
It wasn't until she was in the passenger seat of his car that it seemed to dawn on her. "...You're bugging me, aren't you?" she asked casually.
There was no other explanation for his anger. After all, no one else knew what she and Zhang Hua had talked about. The only way a third person could have heard was if they were listening in.
