Luo Xiaoqian was still amidst tension; she had wanted to guess some clues from Leng Zimo's expression, but his calmness was completely unexpected.
Biting her lip, her fingers twisted the bedsheet as she finally spoke up.
"That scandal... it's not true. I just went to get the photos. When I left the hotel that day, the photos fell, and by chance, he picked them up!"
The whole affair sounded too coincidental, as if it were made up.
Luo Xiaoqian stole a glance at Leng Zimo; he was still calm, seemingly not doubting her, as if waiting for her to continue.
"Afterward, he said he wanted to return the photos to me, so I went. Then, I accidentally fell, and he helped me up." She looked earnestly at Leng Zimo, "Do you believe me?"
"Believe!" Leng Zimo uttered crisply.
He believes her?
Just like that, he believes her?!
Luo Xiaoqian's eyes widened in surprise.
"However..." A hint of irritation rose in Leng Zimo's eyes, "what about the meal you owe him?"
