"Don't call me negative. Can't you see I'm facing my poverty head-on?"
"..."
"It's late. I'm not in the mood to act out some melodramatic romance with you. Say what you came to say, or I'm calling the police." Nan Zhou's finger hovered over the emergency dial button on his phone.
His attitude was so firm that Lu Zhou feared pushing any harder would leave them with even less chance to talk.
So he softened his stance. "I just want to talk to you. I won't hurt you."
"You blocked me. Other than waiting for you, I have no way to talk to you!"
"Let go first," Nan Zhou said.
"If I let go, you'll leave me." Lu Zhou put on a tragic expression. "I won't!"
Nan Zhou took out his phone, tapped the screen with one hand, and held up a QR code. "Let go."
Seeing it, Lu Zhou assumed Nan Zhou had not only blocked him but deleted him as a friend, too.
And now, he must have agreed to add him back.
As long as he softened, relented, and added him back as a friend, it would prove he still had feelings for him. With a little more coaxing, they would go back to how they used to be.
Lu Zhou took out his phone while releasing his grip on the door handle.
A beep sounded. The scan was successful.
Nan Zhou took the opportunity to step inside. With a click, the door shut from within, so quickly that Lu Zhou, whose attention was on his phone, had no time to react.
The next second, a page popped up on Lu Zhou's phone screen: please enter payment amount. Recipient-Nan Zhou.
Lu Zhou: "..."
Nan Zhou stepped inside and changed his shoes. He was about to head to