Ye Cong looked down at the ripples that were blown by the wind in his cup. "That period of time is very important to me."
There was no arrogance, no coldness; as if he was merely recounting the past.
Ye Yuwei tightened her grip on the cup and lowered her eyes.
"Sorry," Ye Yuwei suddenly said.
Ye Cong laughed and did not comment on Ye Yuwei's apology.
"Other than Cheng Jie, the mastermind behind the arson, there was another person. He was the one who set the fire." As Ye Cong spoke, he suddenly slammed the table. The cup on the table splashed with water due to the sudden vibration.
Ye Yuwei raised her head in a flash and looked at Ye Cong in disbelief. After her shock, she was hit by an epiphany.
Did this man not promise not to probe her anymore?
He switched to trapping her, did he not?
"Ye Cong." Ye Yuwei gritted her teeth and growled. "What's the point of trying to trapping me like this?"
