Lin Luyao was infuriated. She angrily said, "You mess around with other women at home and still call me foolish?"
"What's it to you? Could it really be that you've fallen for me and are now feeling jealous?" Qin Hao looked bemused.
Lin Luyao wore a look of disdain, replying with contempt, "Even if all the men in the world died, I wouldn't fancy you."
"Sooner or later, I'll fancy you even less," Qin Hao muttered.
Lin Luyao was exasperated; in conversations with Qin Hao, she never had the upper hand.
"That's Lu Yanran's clothing. We just came back from a mission, and she was injured, covered in blood. She washed up inside Zhanlan Villa. If you don't believe me, look at her clothes."
Qin Hao curled his lip but ultimately gave an explanation.
Hearing Qin Hao's words, Lin Luyao slightly furrowed her brow but still went on to look through Lu Yanran's clothing.
The wounds were jarring, all bleeding profusely.
She covered her mouth, stifling any exclamation.
