Sometime later, the doorbell rang.
Su thought that it was Dorie and he went to open the door.
But the moment he opened the door, the gentleness on his face disappeared.
"Su…" Yoi stood on the doorstep. She called out to Su the moment she saw him.
"What’s the matter?" Su asked unemotionally. His tone was distancing.
Yoi stepped inside and looked at him, "Su, help me, only you can help me now!"
When Su heard that, he walked inside and back-faced her. The man remained silent.
Yoi frowned and walked forward, "What’s wrong with you?"
"Nothing!"
"Help me, only you can help me now!"
Su continued to remain silent and said nothing. Yoi frowned and squinted her eyes as she noticed Su’s indifference, "What’s wrong with you?"
"I am injured and I can’t do anything!" Su said that to reject her indirectly.
Injured?
Yoi glanced over at his wound and she recalled what happened that night, "Su, what happened that night was a misunderstanding. I overdrank…"
At that moment, Dorie appeared by the doorstep and overheard their conversation.
Before Su could say anything, the door was pushed open suddenly.
"I am not talking to you now!" Yoi glared at Dorie and said menacingly. After that, she raised her eyes and looked at Su, "I am asking him!"
"It is the same, if you ask him, it is the same as asking me! Now I am the one in charge of his matters!" After that, Dorie raised her chin. Although she wasn’t as tall as Yoi, she wasn’t much shorter.
When Su heard that, he looked at Dorie’s back view and he felt a warmth from inside.
Yoi looked at Dorie and then back at Su, "Is this what you want to tell me?"
Su, "……"
The man remained silent.
"My Su does not like to speak. His silence represented his rejection!" Dorie said smugly.
That claim of ‘my Su’ had infuriated Yoi.
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