Yue Heng and Tong Simeng's complexions were growing increasingly ugly.
They couldn't help but hate these meddlesome people!
It was at this moment.
Ye Zhaoyu spoke up lightly, "Is that so?"
He appeared to be a naive and sweet fool, still harboring the last bit of hope for his girlfriend's loyalty, as if all it would take was a reason from Tong Simeng for him to willingly wear the cuckold's cap.
This version of Ye Zhaoyu was driving everyone crazy.
"They really hugged for a long time at the door! I have a photo to prove it."
"I even got a frontal shot! There's absolutely no mistake."
"Don't believe a word of these ghost tales."
Ye Zhaoyu looked steadfastly at Yue Heng and Tong Simeng, "And you two, don't you have anything to say to me?"
Tong Simeng shook her head incessantly, unable to utter a single word.
Ye Zhaoyu looked at her and asked, "Was it Yue Heng who forced you? Simeng, just tell me the truth, and I will believe you."
