Chapter 8 (part 2)

"Who did that?" she asked lapidary, pointing her finger.

"Who did what?" Adam asked, surprised.

The girl inhaled and exhaled a few times before speaking again.

"You have a hickey, the size of a walnut at the base of your neck. And don't tell me you knocked somewhere because I don't believe it anyway. Now tell me who did that."

Lying would have been useless because, looking at Claire's angry face, he understood that she already knew the name of the culprit.

"Shàng Wèì," he mumbled, looking away from the screen.

"I knew it!" cried out the girl. "Have you lost your mind? Or did it liquefy? God! Of all the people you could sleep with, you had to roll yourself up with him like a spring roll?"

As much as the situation wasn't the best and his sister's anger was tangible, Adam couldn't stop himself from laughing, further infuriating his sister.

"Don't laugh; the situation is tragic. Now, where is that handsome man? Is he listen