Xiran reached Rivan's mansion very late in the night. His butler let him in and as he was about to head to his room, his eyes fell on the sofa and saw Rivan sitting there waiting for him, wearing a glum expression.
Xiran casually crossed the distance between them and slumped on the sofa beside his friend and questioned:
"Why are you still awake?"
"I was waiting for you, I am worried about you," Rivan's voice was mild and gentle. Like a big brother conversing with his younger one who came home late.
"You worry too much, I am fine," Xiran replied trying to hide the anger and frustration he had been feeling lately which seemed to have taken new heights since his father's call.
"I beg to differ. Talk to me, you seemed off on the phone. Irlana was with me at that time so I didn't ask."