Wen Ran tilted her head slightly and gazed at him intently, "Was what Cheng Jia told Little Liu that day true or false?"
"Half true, half false!"
Under her soft gaze, the coldness and mockery gradually faded from Mo Xiuchen's brows.
Wen Ran blinked, asking, "So it was false then, did she admit it? How did you make her admit it?"
Mo Xiuchen turned to look at Wen Ran, a smile unconsciously spreading across his lips, "Don't worry, the method I used definitely wasn't one you'd dislike. Didn't I mention it before? When Cheng Jia has no way out, she will always have a choice. Now I want to see what choice she will make this time, how she'll express her sincerity."
Cheng Jia was afraid of becoming his enemy, especially after experiencing the death of Zhou Mingfu and Zhou Lin's near miscarriage. She knew clearer than anyone that following Xiao Wenqing would not end well.
"How to express sincerity? By offering herself?"
Wen Ran joked.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
