Jiang Tian suddenly felt as if something sharp had ruthlessly pierced her heart, surging with uncontrollable pain.
She widened her eyes, "What did you say, Mr. Lu, he knows? That's impossible, he never believes me, I told him but he doesn't believe it!"
"So you also know that Second Uncle doesn't trust you, huh? Then what are you still hoping for? What do you think you mean to Second Uncle?" Shi Yue said with a playful smile, "Don't be naive, Second Uncle knew about it six months ago. I just casually pleaded for you, and he forgave me."
Jiang Tian tightly gripped her sleeve, clenching it with extra force, desperately suppressing the unbearable dull pain, but despite this, her breathing became heavier, as if she couldn't bear the impact it brought.
She gritted her teeth and said, "I don't believe you, you're lying to me, you must be lying to me!"
