But Ji Fan had just insisted that he didn't know, was he lying?
However, after three years of being together, Lian Xinying knew that Ji Fan despised lying.
"Yingying, I can only tell you that I don't know your dad," Ji Fan said, his tone tinged with a hint of helplessness.
How could he not feel her anxiety? However, he was unable to help her much.
"If you don't know my dad, then how did you know there was a note hidden in the music box? Ji Fan, you're lying!" Lian Xinying's voice was hoarse, her sadness and helplessness far surpassing his.
Ji Fan fell silent for a long while.
Seeing her like this left him at a loss.
"Every word I'm telling you now is true. Yingying, can you trust me?" Ji Fan said, calming his emotions before speaking again.
Every word he spoke carried the sincerity Lian Xinying was familiar with.
Lian Xinying didn't want to give him a hard time, it was just too confusing: "Then can you tell me how you knew about the music box?"
