"Nothing."
Under the brim of Lu Yang's hat, a pair of pitch-black eyes scrutinized Jiang Yanzhou. After a moment of contemplation, she asked, "Aren't you curious about who the people in the coffee shop are?"
Jin Yao only read the latter part and relentlessly pursued her to ask who Cheng Zelin was, but Jiang Yanzhou didn't respond.
Jiang Yanzhou calmly observed her expression without revealing anything and lightly raised her lips. "I believe you."
Lu Yang slowly rubbed her nails on her phone, speaking calmly. "You pay attention to every emotion of mine, act meticulously without being hasty, and don't excessively pry."
"You're very rational and have a sense of decency."
She looked directly into his eyes, and her lips curved. "They said I'm a fraud, but you still believe me. That's not like you."
Jiang Yanzhou's mood followed the changes in her gaze, slowly feeling an uncertain and insecure sensation.
