Lin Murong said he would fast to prove his innocence.
When Su Yinhe heard this, she doubted her own ears.
Lin Murong, fasting?
Even if he felt a bit nauseous, it wasn't enough to stop eating.
"I'm being considerate," Su Yinhe said sweetly.
"Thanks for your consideration, but it's not needed." He knew precisely the tricks she had up her sleeve.
"Cut it out, caring for you and yet you reject it, like a mountain boar scoffing at fine bran." Su Yinhe was now spirited.
"Who are you calling a mountain boar?" Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.
"No one. Who else could there be. Who could I possibly mention." Su Yinhe spread her hands.
"I always feel like you're talking about me." Lin Murong stared at her, no, it wasn't just a feeling, she was indeed talking about him.
Unfortunately, he had no proof.
"Evidence, I only look at evidence." Su Yinhe gestured to him.
