Zhan Mo's face was livid and cold, his thick black brows were deeply furrowed.
His dark and heavy eyes hid an unclear emotion, like anger, like ice, like a sharp power, like helplessness.
Was it acting?
It was still a true reflection.
At that moment, even ruan Mengmeng, who had studied hundreds of movies and figured out the acting skills of so many seniors, could not tell.
She could clearly control the other party's micro-expressions and could tell if the other party was acting or showing it very lightly.
However, at that moment, ruan Mengmeng realized that she could not see through Zhan mo at all.
Ruan Mengmeng took a deep breath and suppressed the shock in her heart. "It's fine if you don't want to admit it. You know very well whether you did it or not."
Compared to Zhan mo, ruan Mengmeng naturally believed Zhan Yang's words.
When Zhan mo heard ruan Mengmeng's words, his brows furrowed even more.
