He felt that even if he had to die, he had to come clean. He couldn't just die without explaining anything.
"Really?" Jun Shiyan smiled, his long and narrow eyes as sharp as knives. "What about the clothes?"
Xu Xi looked at the clothes that he had taken off and thrown into the trash can and did not dare to hide it anymore. "Miss Ling bought the clothes for Ji Fanchen. I saw that you liked this coat very much back then, so I didn't dare to tell you the truth. I was afraid that I would make you sad."
"You sure have grown up. Are you trying to guess what I'm thinking?" Jun Shiyan's gaze turned cold and murderous.
It was ridiculous, he'd be devastated. He'd be heartbroken because of that damn woman who bought clothes for other men instead of him. Where did he get that conclusion?
