Nan Sichen didn't look at the old lady of the Nan Family but kept his eyes fixed on Qin Yin, his gaze complex and his voice hoarse as he asked, "Do you, or do you not?"
Qin Yin also looked at him, her voice equally hoarse, "Nan Sichen, do you believe me?"
"If you say so, I'll believe." Nan Sichen curved his lips slightly, but the smile never reached his eyes.
"Chenchen." The old lady of the Nan Family, angry, tapped her cane on the ground several times, "Our Nan Family absolutely cannot allow this kind of woman to enter our home."
"Did you kiss him?" Nan Sichen reached out, wanting to touch Qin Yin's face.
Qin Yin took a deep breath and said, "I did, but Nan Sichen, I…"
The hand that was about to touch Qin Yin's face abruptly retracted, clenched into a fist, and without waiting for Qin Yin to finish speaking, Nan Sichen had already spoken. His voice, no longer rough or gentle as before, became somewhat cold, "Alright, I get it."
