"What's the next part of the conversation?" Chu Ningyi asked coldly.
"What?" Shui Anluo asked, startled. Bai Yehan was the last person who had spoken in the voice recorder pen. There had been nothing else after that.
Chu Ningyi stared at Shui Anluo's dazed expression and knew that she had only heard half the conversation that day.
"Shui Anluo, I won't ask how you'd managed to find out about this conversation for the time being."
Shui Anluo's heart thumped. Though he would not ask her for the time being, does that mean that he would still question her later?
Based on Chu Ningyi's tone, it obviously meant that the situation was not as she had heard it to be.
"Shui Anluo, you've interpreted things out of context without even asking me. Who gave you that f*cking right?" Chu Ningyi roared into her ear.
Shui Anluo trembled. Her deafened ears buzzed for a long time because he had yelled so loudly.
