"Then why on earth?" Qin Han said, her tears flowing thicker. She turned her head towards Zhang Yun, still heartbroken, and pleaded, "Zhang Yun, don't you believe me? My sister, my sister is framing me."
After all, Qin Han was the woman he had loved for so many years. How could he just suddenly disconnect? So, he looked skeptically at Qin Yin.
Qin Yin appeared nonchalant, shrugging, "Believe it or not, that's up to you."
"Yinyin."
Just as she finished speaking, a gentle voice rang out from behind her.
It was Xie Bin.
Qin Yin's body stiffened, she clenched her teeth. Damn, talk about speaking of the devil! Ever since that love letter, she had been avoiding Xie Bin. Now with him calling her from behind, she tried to act as if she hadn't heard and attempted to escape.
But Xie Bin had already walked over, smiling, his voice as beautiful as jade clashing.
