Luo Qingli tapped her head, wondering when she had become so unsure and cautious.
Looking at her remorseful expression, Zhuo Yihan knew what she was thinking.
"You did nothing wrong, and don't blame yourself. Xiaoli, you're just in love with Yuying. That's why you are wondering about his relationship with that woman. Love can easily make a person cautious." Love can provoke doubt.
"I get it now! Elder Brother, I realized I'm too cautious. My uncle, he's not a fickle man. Even if he wants to leave me one day, he would definitely tell me in person." Her uncle would never stoop to lying.
And he would never use sweet talk to deceive her.
Upon this thought, Luo Qingli felt as if a breeze had come to blow away all the pensiveness accumulated this afternoon.
Elder Brother was indeed a good confidant. After talking with him, she no longer felt depressed.
"Feeling better now?" Seeing Luo Qingli finally showing a happy smile, Zhuo Yihan finally felt relieved.
