Zhuo Xiangqiao stared at the tightly closed door, his heart uneasy, especially after hearing Lin Yue's cold snort moments ago.
Zhuo Xiangqiao's heart pounded even more fiercely.
Standing outside in his slippers, he felt an unusual tension in his heart, like the feeling of being caught committing a misdeed.
This sensation was entirely foreign to Zhuo Xiangqiao. Since childhood, he'd had an extraordinarily strong mental fortitude.
Even if caught red-handed doing something wrong, he could remain unfazed and continue the conversation without a hint of guilt. When he was much younger, there were a few times he was caught by Liao Yun after mischief, but even then, Young Zhuo displayed an uncommon composure for his age.
In the end, Zhuo Xiangqiao could perfectly extricate himself from those situations.
But now, the once fearless, thick-skinned Zhuo Xiangqiao felt a bit guilty.
Just as Zhuo Xiangqiao was nervously pacing outside, Lin Yue suddenly opened the door.
