Wu Gang's body tensed up as he faced Zhao Lu's smile that concealed a knife; he was cursing nonstop in his heart.
This woman was really difficult to deal with; even though she clearly knew what was going on, she still had to ask about it openly.
He wanted to evade the question, but the facts were right there before his eyes, and he found himself at a loss for words.
Moreover, Wu Gang was feeling a trace of worry.
Pretending to be blind—once someone found out about it, it wouldn't be long before a second person, then a third person would know.
Until eventually, everyone around him would be aware...
Looking at Wu Gang, whose complexion was turning from pale to red, Zhao Lu knew she now had the upper hand.
She withdrew her hand and said with interest, "Does it feel embarrassing to explain? How about I help you explain it?"
"Is this... appropriate?" Wu Gang replied with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, his face darkened as he asked.
