"So? Are you also here to stand up for her?" Liang Shaochen said with a smile, but a layer of coldness gradually floated in his eyes.
"No, it's not like that!" Xia Xiaonuan said anxiously, realizing she seemed to have started in the worst way possible.
"Oh?" The corners of the man's lips lifted slightly, and he stared at the Americano in front of him, silent.
Xia Xiaonuan bit her lower lip.
"That Qiqi, do you know her? Is she really... the person you're looking for?" Xia Xiaonuan asked, staring into his eyes.
"Of course." The man's long fingers gently caressed the coffee cup with his thumb pad, replying firmly.
"But didn't you say last time that she clearly had an accident on the plane?"
The man's fingertip movements paused.
He looked up at the woman in front of him, full of suspicion.
He took a slight breath, almost running out of patience, but still tried to smile: "What exactly do you want to say?"
