After saying that, Rong Shengsheng wanted to slap herself. What kind of poor excuse was that? She couldn't believe it herself, so how could Li Hanxian possibly buy it?
Did she take him for a fool?
The man didn't speak but leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, his cool gaze lowered, seemingly lost in thought.
As time ticked away second by second, the small rented room grew increasingly silent. The air felt thin, as though a low pressure was hovering inside.
Rong Shengsheng was frightened, clutching her hands tight, her head drooping lower and lower as if she wished she could just bury it in the ground.
Li Hanxian raised his eyelids slowly and saw Rong Shengsheng's ugly face, her hair casually tied back, her clothes untidy. He immediately discarded his doubts. After all, Rong Shengsheng was genuinely unattractive, looking like a woman in her forties even though she was only in her twenties.
