She was so engrossed in the advice she found online that her anger seemed to evaporate.
Taking out pen and paper, she jotted down the key points and became oblivious to the passing time.
Gu Yixuan had waited for a long time downstairs, and since she hadn’t come down, he frowned, wondering if she was really angry.
He had to go up and check on her.
"Click—" The door creaked open, and hearing the sound, Mo Ran quickly closed the webpage, shut her laptop, and swiftly opened QQ, trying to bring up a QQ game to play.
Gu Yixuan noticed her guilty behavior and paused imperceptibly before approaching her. Follow current novels on novel-fire.ɴet
"Ranran, what are you doing?"
Mo Ran didn’t answer him and didn’t even glance his way.
She was still mad at him.
"Ding Ding—Ding Ding—"
A friend was messaging her, and QQ chimed.
Mo Ran wasn’t too concerned and clicked on the message, but it was from someone she hadn’t expected.
[Windmill, you finally logged on, I’ve missed you so much!]
Crap! This person was going to get her in trouble!
Mo Ran hurriedly closed the chat window and immediately went offline.
Unfortunately, it was too late, Gu Yixuan had already seen the comment from that person.
"Love Class Representative? Male or female?" he asked ominously from behind her.
Mo Ran felt a chill down her spine as if a cold breeze had just wafted by.
She turned around and shook her head, indicating she didn’t know them.
Gu Yixuan’s mouth curved slightly, but his eyes were devoid of any mirth, "You don’t know them, yet they are on your friends’ list and talking about missing you?"
She opened WORD and typed a line.
’I met him during a game, we’re not close.’
"If someone you’re not close with is talking about missing you, how far would it go if you two were close?"
Gu Yixuan bent down, his hands braced on both sides of the chair, peering closely into her eyes.
Mo Ran thought he was being unreasonable.
First, he threw away her discs, and now he was doubting her relationship with others, treating her like a child.
They were in a romantic relationship, not a father-daughter relationship.
With rapid keystrokes, she typed another line, ’In any case, I’m not close with him, think what you will, the innocent have nothing to hide!’
"Then why did you hurry to close it? Since I came in, I’ve noticed you acting all sneaky. Tell me, is there really something you’re hiding from me?"
She couldn’t tell him about starting a dance class. She didn’t want his help in secret. She wanted to make it on her own merits, to build her own career.