Song Yue's identity was also something he found out about yesterday; when Zhou Xian sent her information to him, he understood that his accident at sea was inseparably linked to her.
A look of panic flickered across Song Yue's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.
"Nothing can be hidden from Young Master Jun, huh."
"What now? No longer pretending you don't know me?" Jun Mochan casually took a seat, his posture languid and elegant.
But Song Yue sensed danger, like a leopard crouched, ready to pounce and bite at any moment.
"Let me guess, you also had a hand in Shuangcai's matter, pushing things along?"
"That's not the case. I just saw how much you wanted it, so I gave you a helping hand. How about it? Are you touched?" Song Yue leaned forward, resting her arms on the table, her eyes enchanting and seductive.
"Is that so?" He said indifferently, neither expressing belief nor disbelief.
