"During those days she was missing, did you look for her?"
Jiang Chen was still earnestly conveying his deep feelings when suddenly a cold voice smashed into his ears.
In a panic, he concealed the guilt in his eyes and nodded slightly, "I looked for her, but couldn't find her?"
The questioning voice continued without delay.
"Yesterday, who was lying on the couch watching TV and snacking? Didn't seem like someone who couldn't go on living......"
Jiang Chen choked, stammering, "I, I was... reminiscing through her belongings."
"Xiao Zheng said she lost consciousness after eating the cake you ordered on her birthday. What's your explanation for that?"
"Nonsense, Wen Zheng clearly fell asleep that day, and I took her home."
Jiang Chen blurted out without thinking, and only after answering did he realize the implication in the other person's words. His face flushed red: "I, I didn't make it up."
