Ji Huaijin dragged his exhausted body out of the elevator. The moment he opened the door, his brows knitted tightly.
"Huaijin, you're back."
Su Xingchen wore white casual clothes, with transparent shoe covers over his feet. He looked nothing like the man Cheng Yue had seen not long ago.
Ji Huaijin stood in the doorway, showing no intention of entering. "How did you get in?"
Seemingly frightened by his cold voice, Su Xingchen took a small step back, clasping his hands behind him. "Huaijin, what's wrong...?" he asked timidly.
"I asked how you got in!"
Ji Huaijin stood there coldly, his tone sharp and biting, his expression as icy as frost.
Su Xingchen had known him for years and knew this meant he was genuinely angry. He dared not evade the question again, tears of hurt nearly spilling from his eyes. "It was Shu Yang. He..."
"Get out!"
Ji Huaijin cut him off expressionlessly before he could say any more.
Su Xingchen finally lost control. Digging his fingers into his palms, he cried out mournfully, his eyes red, "Do we have to be like this? I finally made it back to the country, and all I wanted was to talk to you. What's wrong with that?"
He knew what he had done back then had broken Ji Huaijin's heart, but why wouldn't Ji Huaijin give him even one chance to explain?
If someone hadn't tipped him off, someone else would probably have already made himself at home here.
Su Xingchen was filled with grievance. "If I can't come in, who can? That..."
Before he could finish, he watched Ji Huaijin turn away indifferently and leave.
By the time Su Xingchen chased after him, the elevator doors were slowly closing.
Ji Huaijin took out his phone and made a call, his