Zoe couldn’t help herself but cry while they boarded the twin’s plane. She even uses two boxes of tissue.

Grant was sitting beside her and was trying to console her. But Zoe didn’t even bother to talk to him. She just keeps on shooting death and glares at him.

“Zoe… you can ask me—”

“For what? To hurt me even more?”

Grant took a deep breath and sighed. “For at least you will know what will be his reason.”

Zoe wiped her tears. “No. I will not ask anything—”

“Shut up, crying baby. Aren’t you wanted to ask about it earlier?” it was Gun, who was sitting on the other...