Mo Jun asked again, not letting any of his expressions escape her gaze.
Hao Yansen, upon hearing this, indeed became even colder.
"Who designed this? Who is that person?" he asked coldly, his calm tone somehow giving off the impression of a surging tempest.
Mo Jun's eyes widened in surprise, "You know I was set up?"
"Otherwise? Who else could you possibly fancy besides me?" Hao Yansen's tone was filled with immense pride and arrogance.
But Mo Jun felt a bit like laughing because instantly her heart felt the burning warmth in his words.
He was offering her his unconditional trust.
And her frostbitten heart suddenly revived with vitality and vigor.
Tears finally fell from Mo Jun's eyes as she stared deeply at Hao Yansen, unable to hide the smiling corners of her mouth, "Thank you, truly."
I am grateful for the warmth you've given me, in both this life and the last.
If it hadn't been for you, I might have truly died...
