Lian Xinying, after a brief moment of calm, uttered a sentence.
She said this sentence after Kim had left.
"If it's not Xu Haonan…" then who else could it be? Other than that person!
"Yingying, do you have someone in mind?" Su Rong observed her expression, as if she already knew the answer.
Lian Xinying's gaze turned cold as frost, and when she spoke, her voice was even colder: "Ji Fan." After a pause, Lian Xinying continued, "Although I haven't closely studied Ji Fan, I'm clear about his features—Xixi bears a slight resemblance to Ji Fan."
"Oh." Su Rong's demeanor remained composed. Given the number of men around Lian Xinying could be counted on one hand, it was almost inevitable she would suspect Ji Fan. "Then call him, ask him to come out."
Lian Xinying felt as though the truth was closely aligned with her speculation, her heartbeat quickening.
She got up, went to her room, and looked for her phone.
