Zhou Jin'an held a fire in his heart, and instinctively shook her off when Qiao En grabbed his arm.
"What's the matter?"
Qiao En looked at Zhou Jin'an, puzzled.
That look was inopportune; she immediately noticed something unusual about Zhou Jin'an.
"Did something happen at the company?" Qiao En asked anxiously.
Zhou Jin'an shook his head.
He was a man, and today the media had suddenly published such news. It was tantamount to smearing his reputation, and he minded.
"So what is it? You look unhappy."
Qiao En got up from the bed and wrapped her arms around Zhou Jin'an's waist.
His heart suddenly chilled, "When did you come back?"
"What time is it now?" Qiao En asked, but she quickly saw the time on the wall.
"Oh, I almost forgot. When Mom left this morning, I said I'd call her."
She found her coat on the coat rack and pulled out her mobile phone from the coat pocket.
"Eh, why is it turned off?"
Qiao En looked confused and quickly turned on her phone.