My Master: I got busy. You go back home.

My brows narrowed bemusedly after reading his sudden message.

I don't know why but my sixth sense is saying to me that there is something fishy.

Me: A minute ago, you were coming to pick me up, now what happened?

He saw my message but didn't reply, that's why I became even more suspicious.

I instantly called him.

"Don't you understand, I'm busy? I'll meet you at night." He answered the call curtly.

It hurts when he talks to me like this.

"Why are you getting angry?" I asked in a dejected tone.

"Because I'm busy." He disconnected the call, making...