How did he find out?
Tian Sangsang's face turned ashen. She stared at him in shock, unable to form a complete sentence. "You... you..."
"How did I know?" Jiang Jinghuai let out a sneer, his gaze cold as he looked at her. "I saw it with my own eyes."
His approach came with a faint smell of tobacco, but it felt like a blade scraping against her soft, tender cheek.
"You... it was you..." Tian Sangsang stared fixedly into his eyes. Those eyes—it was those very eyes! She suddenly realized, "You were the one on the train that day? And the one at Lushan too?"
So it was him. It really was him.
"What a coincidence. While on duty, I unexpectedly saw my so-called wife being affectionate with another man."
"So what? I was just acting!" Tian Sangsang shifted uneasily to the side, avoiding his gaze.
Perhaps she hadn't thought it through, but this was a fundamental skill, a professional ethic every actor should have. She did it willingly.
