Zhou Chucheng was startled, he quickly looked toward the source of the sound and saw Zhou Jin'an standing at the top of the second-floor staircase, his gaze piercing as he watched him.
It was like being caught by his parents on a first date, every cell in Zhou Chucheng's body tensed up.
He immediately stood up, stuttering in response, "I... I wasn't doing anything."
Zhou Jin'an said nothing, his deep eyes still fixed on Zhou Chucheng, who didn't dare meet Zhou Jin'an's gaze and could only let his eyes drift downward.
Zhou Jin'an came down from the second floor, walking up to Zhou Chucheng.
He was half a head taller than Zhou Chucheng. The two similarly tall and handsome men standing together resembled a striking scene.
Zhou Chucheng's hands involuntarily tightened slightly—his mind went blank. He had been so focused on waiting for Xiaolu that he had forgotten everything else around him.
"Why so nervous?"
"I'm... I'm not nervous."
Zhou Chucheng's stammering got even worse.