It was just a photo, yet it captured an extremely ambiguous moment.
Whether it was an illusion or Lu Hechen really gripped her hand that tightly at the time, she didn't know.
Weilan was surprised, dumbfounded, and shaken by the photo—news traveled incredibly fast.
Discovering the photo so quickly implied an ulterior motive.
She glanced at the photo that had been sent via WeChat on a mobile phone.
Weilan scanned to see who the sender was and her gaze stopped at Lu Heyan.
Weilan furrowed her brows, feeling a touch of irritation.
She handed the mobile phone to Lu Yuanhe, her gaze regaining calmness, as she looked at him indifferently.
"Do you have anything to say?" Lu Yuanhe countered.
"No," Weilan responded calmly.
Lu Yuanhe's attention was fixed on her, surprised by Weilan's composure. "Aren't you embarrassed to be seen holding hands with a strange man?"
"If the person who took such a malicious photo isn't embarrassed, why should I be?" Weilan calmly countered.
