Yu Xiuyuan set his phone on the sofa with the camera facing the ceiling, then closed his eyes and frowned, disgusted with himself.
What was he panicking about? What was there to panic about?
When he got no response, Yun Chuan's voice grew deeper:
"I thought looking at me during a video call and answering my questions was basic courtesy."
Out of frame, Yu Xiuyuan pouted.
What was with him today?
So fierce.
Yu Xiuyuan picked up his phone and appeared on screen, his expression perfectly normal. "I was busy just now. Did you call for something?"
Yun Chuan said nothing. He looked at Yu Xiuyuan, fell silent for two seconds, then looked away awkwardly.
Yu Xiuyuan glanced down. Nothing was wrong. He had clothes on.
His pajamas were just loose, and the neckline had slipped a little, exposing part of his shoulder.
Yu Xiuyuan pulled his collar back into place. "Is that really necessary? If you have something to say, say it."
Yun Chuan seemed even angrier. He no longer averted his gaze, and his voice grew fiercer. "I thought you had something to explain to me."
"Nothing happened. What could I possibly have to explain?" Yu Xiuyuan was baffled.
Yun Chuan was so angry he was at a loss, his brows knitting together:
"Nothing happened? You just promised me you'd keep your distance from him, then turned around and tried to use your position to get him into bed?"
Yu Xiuyuan understood. His mother must have seen it again.
He really was in the wrong this time.
He hurried to explain. "I was doing it for the variety show. It was a joke, and I cleared it up right there."
"Cleared it up? Then what's this Pisces CP about?" Yun Chuan's voice was still icy.
"What CP? Does