However, after Xu Xuan had finished speaking, the man still wasn't fazed. Instead, his gaze landed on Yao Tang.
"They're just your classmates, huh?"
The man's gaze was as cool as winter, and his tone became much more flippant. It's as if he knew that they were planning something.
"They really are just my ordinary classmates," she insisted. "They knew that Grandma's health wasn't good, so they came by to visit. I told them that it was inconvenient, but they came anyway. I'll ask them to leave—"
"In fact, they're already leaving. We've already talked."
Xu Xuan could feel her palms sweating as her knees quaked.
"You're telling the truth?"
The man looked at them from side to side.
Just then, a thought occurred to him. "They're Yao Tang and Qin Jing, right?" He raised his eyebrow. "You don't have to hide their identity from me."
