Su Zihang's expression did not seem to be faking anything. There was even a hint of anger. Ji Qiuying looked at the man suspiciously and hesitated for a moment before finally telling Su Zihang everything that happened today with Ning Mengmeng.
Su Zihang's face darkened.
His face was so gloomy that water was about to drip out.
"My WeChat was stolen and I just found it not long ago."
Su Zihang was no longer as gentle as before, which made Ji Qiuying a little flustered.
She looked at the man and said, "You... Is this really not you sending it to me?"
"I don't need to lie to you about this."
Ji Qiuying frowned. She didn't know if she should believe this man.
The veins on Su Zihang's forehead bulged.
He had never expected that she would show Ji Qiuying the text message he sent to Ning Mengmeng last time. He had spent a lot of effort to coax this woman, but he did not expect Ning Mengmeng to cause another conflict.
