Weilan had her eyes closed, her eyeballs rolling under her eyelids.
These subtle movements didn't escape Lu Hechen's sharp gaze.
It was only today, through the news brought by Uncle Li, that he learned Weilan actually had gotten hold of the photo of Shen Lu with another man, still portraying that promiscuous image.
This girl had launched a counterstrike without him realizing it.
Now, seeing her rolling her eyes with them closed, he knew she had been well-prepared and was orchestrating behind the scenes.
But how did she manage it?
Lu Hechen was very puzzled by this.
"Someone sent them to me," Weilan opened her eyes and said.
Lu Hechen's eyebrows rose, clearly not believing this explanation. He looked intently at Weilan, his eyes probing: "Someone sent them to you?"
Weilan's eyes shone brightly, and she nodded: "Yeah."
Lu Hechen didn't say anything further, just watched Weilan with a calm, unwavering gaze.
Weilan felt an unusual sensation in her heart.
