Su Lu thought, she had always taught Zhao Xiaole that if she hadn't done anything wrong, there was no need to hide.
But even though she hadn't done anything wrong, in that moment, she still wanted to hide.
Why did I want to hide?
It wasn't until now that she realized, why was she still so humble?
She had once hurt him, she had been retaliated against, she had been punished.
Why was she still so humble?
Thinking about this, she felt much more relieved.
The most direct manifestation of this was… Bo Jingshen didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he vaguely sensed that Su Lu seemed to be angry, and it was quite sudden.
She had just been on the phone a second ago.
He listened to her phone conversation with a heavy heart, knowing who was on the other end.
It was discernible.
It was precisely because he knew, because he could tell, that he felt even more suffocated.
If Qiao Li hadn't been good enough, it probably wouldn't have been so suffocating.
