Jiang Chen didn't click to see what the message was; it was no longer necessary.
He held his phone and gave a bitter smile,
"How did you find out?"
"Actually, I should have suspected earlier. Is there really such a thing as a person who asks for nothing in return in this world? It was Liang Zhenlun's birthday, pouring rain, and when I drove you back to school and you got out of the car, what you said then... I felt something was off."
Jiang Chen had a good memory and still remembered what he had said at the time.
Sitting in the passenger seat was no match for holding the steering wheel himself.
"That night at KIMI's, Si Yi said, my standard for finding a man is, at the very least, he must drive a million-dollar luxury car, so you just sent me one, Jiang Chen, you really are great."
Li Shuru's face remained calm, showing no sign of pleasure or anger, as she watched the young man opposite her.
