"Who cares about his thoughts?" Ye Xingguang shrugged off Han Chengbei's hand.
Han Chengbei sighed, "If you don't care about his thoughts, why are you acting like an ant on a hot pan?"
"When did I act like an ant on a hot pan?"
Han Chengbei pulled her in front of the mirror at Ye Li's house, "Look at yourself in the mirror, it clearly says: 'It's over, Officer misunderstood it, how can I clear my name now? Why can't he trust me for once, oh my God, you didn't fall in love with him, did you?'"
Ye Xingguang stared at herself in the mirror, her heart trembling, "Is it really that obvious?"
She also felt that she was too impatient tonight, too unsettled, she did not understand why.
But Han Chengbei's words woke her up, that's right, she was afraid that Officer could've misunderstood the situation with the photo, which made her extremely flustered.
