Su Jian's gaze was clear and bright as she looked up at him, the corner of her mouth hooked in a faint arc, "I'm back."
Zhou Lu raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, "Something came up at the company, so I came back late. Why are you drinking alone?"
He walked over and turned on the light, instantly illuminating the entire bedroom.
With a hint of mockery in her eyes, Su Jian took it upon herself to down the rest of the wine and cut straight to the point, "Did you have a hand in Zhao Zimang's parents' job transfer?"
Zhou Lu's face showed little emotional fluctuation, as if he had anticipated she would bring this up. He quickly turned around to face her, his expression cool and detached.
Their gazes locked, and after what seemed like an eternity, Zhou Lu finally raised the corners of his mouth, his smile seemingly warm as he looked at her.