"Should we call the police?" Lin Yan asked before immediately dismissing the idea.
At this point, her feelings for Lu Chenyuan amounted to the sort that if he killed someone, she'd definitely help him dispose of the body.
"Up to you," Lu Chenyuan said indifferently.
His cool and detached attitude was both piercing and heart-wrenching.
Lin Yan opened the wardrobe, ready to change her clothes and go out.
Lu Chenyuan still showed no intention of getting out of bed, glancing up at her, "Where are you going? If you want to report, there's no need to go in person, just dial 110, and I'll help you call."
Lin Yan's grip on the clothes hanger tightened as she turned to look at Lu Chenyuan, suspecting he was doing this on purpose.
"Does Zhao Wan'er's incident really have nothing to do with you?" Lin Yan's once clear eyes had lost their shine, now dull.
Lu Chenyuan couldn't recall how many times he had stated that this incident had nothing to do with him.
