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"So what if she lied? Mr. Yan doesn't care about her at all now, okay?" Someone gloated over her misfortune.
"Heh, if he doesn't care, would he jump into the water to save her? If it were us who fell into the pool tonight, he probably wouldn't have dived in to save us." The socialite ladies weren't entirely foolish.
It's just that many of them were accustomed to a sense of superiority and unwilling to admit that Yan Ye had no interest in them.
"It's not that he probably wouldn't, it's that he definitely wouldn't." Someone chimed in with a decisive comment, "I heard that someone pushed him into the pool; he didn't jump willingly."
The one who said this was Ke Yawen.
And so, everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief.
When Lian Xinying returned home, her son was already asleep.
Ji Fan was playing games in the living room, holding his laptop.
Seeing Lian Xinying return, he raised his eyebrows, "Is it raining so heavily outside? Why didn't you call me to pick you up?"
