Seeing that Yang Fei didn't answer, Qin Yanyang thought about this matter and felt increasingly sour, huffing, "You must have been pretending to be honest in front of me before, otherwise how could a person change so quickly? It must take a seasoned player to say such cheesy romantic things. Were you always this sweet-talking when you were with Sister Xuanyu?"
Sweat formed on Yang Fei's forehead as he hurriedly explained, "No, really, there's no such thing. Don't misunderstand."
Seeing him sweat in his urgency, Qin Yanyang couldn't help but laugh, knowing he cared about her to react so strongly.
But as soon as she thought about how he had sworn just yesterday that he didn't know Li Xuanyu, and yet today he said he had known Li Xuanyu for many years—and that Li Xuanyu had even provoked her, she suspected their relationship wasn't so simple and felt somewhat angry.
She could understand Yang Fei hiding other things from her, but this was different; she needed him to explain clearly.
