Su Zizhuo looked straight at Su Muxue with a sharp gaze.
"What are you doing?"
She had been in her room for so long, but she hadn't removed his makeup, washed her face, or changed her clothes. She was still wearing the cheap slippers that she had bought from the supermarket.
"Yeah, I was playing with my phone. What's wrong?"
Su Zizhuo went strait to the point, "Tan Yiming is here. He's in the study with Dad."
When Su Muxue heard that, her hands clenched into fists behind her back.
"Why is he here?"
She was so nervous that her stomach started to feel uncomfortable. It began to ache.
Su Zizhuo saw his sister's face turn pale. He asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Muxue? Are you okay?"
Su Muxue took a few deep breaths and forced herself to calm down. After a while, she waved her hand and said, "I'm fine, brother. I don't want to see him. I'm going to bed."
Su Zizhuo's suspicion grew, but he couldn't figure out why.
