Quietly, she made her way out of the bathroom and tiptoed down the abandoned hall like a fool. After passing a few locked doors, she spotted one that was half open and quickly headed over to it.
Her view was obstructed but she saw a phone on the wall. She made a beeline for it. Just as she was about to pick up the receiver, she heard a throat clearing behind her.
She spun around, the phone in hand.
Just her luck. It was Mo Qingchen. Though, based on his appearance, she would have never guessed it was him. He wore neither suit nor his casual work clothes, instead, he stood before her shirtless, wearing a simple pair of black workout shorts.
They silently took each other in at the same time, equally confused and curious.
"I got lost again," she explained awkwardly.
He tilted his head to the side. "You got lost walking from your bathroom to your closet?"
She rolled her eyes. "Of course not. That would be ridiculous."
