Lu Jing was very curious. Logically speaking, this matter had been concealed for nearly twenty years, so how did it suddenly come to light?
"Did you do this?"
He couldn't help but suspect.
Jiang Ye's mouth twitched with an incredulous smile:
"What? I'm that cunning and deceitful in your eyes? Everything is my doing?"
Cough, cough.
As soon as he said this, Lu Jing couldn't hold back and choked on his saliva, leading to a bout of coughing.
He was probably feeling a bit guilty.
"No, of course not. I just..."
The man turned his head:
"Just what?"
He put on a deliberately oppressive demeanor.
Rolling his eyes:
"If I said nothing, then it's nothing. Think whatever you like."
Hmph, not falling for that one.
"Alright, alright, I believe you."
What else could he do?
Force a confession, or cave in under pressure?
Definitely neither!
From the rearview mirror, Jiang Ye saw the woman in the passenger seat obviously trying to suppress a laugh, and his lips curled up as well:
