Whether Zhou Huaijin had guessed that Chi Wan was hiding in her room talking to Li Xingye was unclear. In any case, for the first time, he was a little impolite—not waiting for Chi Wan to come out, he simply opened the door and walked out.
By the time Chi Wan came out, Zhou Huaijin was already standing before the elevator doors. The overhead light cast his features into shadow, making them difficult to see.
Although not a word was spoken between them, Zhou Huaijin's dejection was so obvious it was difficult to feign ignorance.
Chi Wan couldn't think of a better solution, so she simply smiled and said her goodbyes.
Back at Zhou Huaijin's apartment, he was sprawled on the sofa, having no desire to deal with the endlessly chattering Qi Jiayou beside him.
But Qi Jiayou was the baby of his family. Though he lacked the arrogance of a rich heir, he had been spoiled enough to master the difficult art of wearing people down.
