The man nodded, "Yes."
Lilia was speechless.
She glared at Jean, reached out and gently pinched the soft flesh on the man's waist. "Looks like Mr. Jean Widjaya has been involved in this plan from the start, huh? Now you like to play secrets, aren't you afraid we will experience a marriage crisis?"
The man's thin lips revealed a light smile, and he pulled down his wife's hand casually, and sighed as he held it in his palm. "If Mike knelt in front of you crying and begging you, what would you do?"
Lilia was dumbfounded for a moment.
Did Mike kneel in front of Jean?!
Suddenly, she choked in her own voice, and she couldn't ask any more questions.
Once Lilia managed to calm her emotions, she asked with difficulty, "When did that happen?"
The man tugged at her and looked out at the bright window. "In my sister's apartment."
After thinking a little, Lilia suddenly realized. "Was that when I met you in the corridor that night?"
