The bathroom was warmly lit. Su Youzhu was drying her damp, light green short hair while wrapping her slender figure in a towel. She stared at the chat window on her phone and fell into a brief silence.
"Miss me?"
A rare smile curved on her lips: "What kind of reason is that, huh."
From the living room came the sound of a woman complaining, mumbling: "What's wrong lately? First it's storms, then it's gas explosions, how dangerous. Zhuzhu, have you reached your brother yet?"
Su Youzhu stepped out of the bathroom, her delicate, pale face showing no emotion: "I got in touch. He's still at school now, busy preparing for interviews, really busy."
The lies came effortlessly.
Shi Jing cast a suspicious glance at her precious daughter and asked, "Why doesn't he answer my calls but answers yours instead?"
Su Youzhu tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Maybe it's because I'm cuter."
Shi Jing scoffed, reaching out to pinch her cheek: "Shameless!"
