The next morning, both of them sat opposite each other at the dining table as usual. The room was silent except for the occasional sounds produced by the cutlery brushing against the plates.
Xuxu finished her breakfast first and after dabbing her mouth with a napkin, she got up to leave.
Yan Rusheng suddenly quipped, "Wen Xuxu, you should be glad that you called my name when you were unconscious. And not…"
He deliberately paused and lifted his head to look at Xuxu. He sneered coldly with contempt. "Jiang Zhuoheng!"
"What? She had called his name when she was unconscious? What else did she say?"
Xuxu was struck with a pang of uneasiness. Hence she kept her head lowered so that Yan Rusheng wouldn't notice and said nonchalantly, "That's what you've always assumed."
He was the one who had spun stories about how Ah Heng and she were deeply in love, and that he assumed that she had never forgotten Ah Heng.
