Li Yeqi put down his chopsticks and looked at Yan Luoxi with a solemn face, "Yes, he died. During his escape, he was blown up. The other party was probably trying to silence him."
Yan Luoxi's pupils contracted slightly. Although she had expected this outcome, she still had doubts in her heart. "Was it you who inflicted such serious injuries on Li Youran?"
"No, people from Yuedao tracked her to Yue Haotian. We were held up by Yue Haotian's men at the village entrance at that time. She should have been injured during that period, it had nothing to do with me," Li Yeqi said in a deep voice.
He didn't want Yan Luoxi to imagine him as a brutal person. He had many ways to make Li Youran suffer, but he would never personally lay a finger on her.
A woman like Li Youran was not worth dirtying his hands over.
"I'm sorry." Yan Luoxi apologized softly, "Let's eat."
