"..." Lan Xu froze for a moment, subconsciously glancing at her left hand.
Was he... beginning to suspect her?
Afraid of raising his suspicions, Lan Xu didn't dare to ask more questions. Instead, she obediently lifted her sleeve and placed her wrist into the sink.
The warm water flowed over her forearm.
Yan Cheng kept his gaze lowered, his eyes fixated on her arm—the changes happening to her skin in the water.
The dark complexion, under the effects of the high-concentration cleansing agent, surprisingly... didn't change at all.
Not a hint of color faded...
After a long time... Yan Cheng's expression began to darken, his devilishly handsome face tinged with a trace of dissatisfaction.
Suddenly, he let out a bitter laugh...
So it really... was just his imagination?
Xuxu would never come back to him...
"Young Master Cheng..." After a while, Lan Xu finally couldn't hold back and called out to him.
Yan Cheng's expression shifted, his gaze moving away from her.
