"Your eyes are so red, and you're saying you didn't cry?" Hen Ningyue expressed disbelief.
Yang Yuran brought her face closer to the camera, lightly touched her upper eyelid, and explained, "No, I'm wearing pumpkin-colored eyeshadow, which looks a bit red under the light."
"Why do I always feel like you're lying to me?"
Hen Ningyue deliberately paused and stared at Yang Yuran intently.
Yang Yuran was quite anxious, repeatedly saying, "No, I'm not lying to you."
"I seriously suspect that you've been crying alone in your room. Don't just show yourself, turn the camera around, let me see if you're lying."
A forceful request was made, and the climax approached.
The people present exchanged meaningful glances towards Yang Fei and Li Shuo, as Yang Fei had already sensed trouble at the mention of the video call, but it was too late to stop it now.
She kept her head down and dared not move an inch, terrified that Yang Yuran would turn the camera towards her and Li Shuo's location.
