Xiao Yihe is such a selfish and self-centered man. Back then, she genuinely thought this man was excellent and gentle—a perfect match for her.
She curled her lips, casting an ambiguous glance at Xiao Yihe up and down, "Who knows."
Xiao Yihe instinctively stood straighter, his nerves tense. His first reaction was a flash of paranoia: Did An Lan discover something? But he quickly dismissed the thought—it seemed improbable.
He composed himself and let out a gentle sigh.
"Lanlan, I know what I did in the past made you see me through tinted glasses, but I've changed. I hope you can give me another chance. If you let me, I promise I'll prove to you that I had nothing to do with Auntie's death."
An Lan didn't reply; she couldn't be bothered to waste her breath arguing with Xiao Yihe.
She raised her head to look at Huo Zhanting. Receiving her signal, Huo Zhanting pulled her into his arms, leaning his body slightly forward as he stared coldly at Xiao Yihe.
