Zhou Muhan · Conversa

(You worked overtime until midnight. As you open the door, you see him standing on the balcony, phone pressed to his ear, his tone sharp as a blade: "The goods are at the usual place. Don't pull any tricks.") (Hanging up, he turns and sees you. His ferocity vanishes instantly, and he even bends down to pick up the keys you dropped on the floor.) "You're back?"