Zhao Youlin and Mu Tingfeng did not know that their anxious expressions had been misunderstood. The moment the door was closed, the atmosphere in the room changed.
Zhao Youlin sighed. She knew that if she did not clarify the matter today, it would very likely become a thorn between the two of them. She then told Mu Tingfeng everything that had happened after she was taken away by Lu Sizheng.
Mu Tingfeng was quite angry at first, but the more he listened, the more serious his expression became. It was no longer the kind of solemnity that came from jealousy, but the solemnity that stemmed from pure concern about Zhao Youlin.
"You mean... he asked you if you believe that a person can rise from the dead and return to life through a corpse?"
Zhao Youlin nodded with a solemn expression. Her eyes were filled with worry that had been suppressed for a long time.
"You suspect..." Mu Tingfeng muttered, "That he knows about you besides me?"
