Before opening her eyes, Su Jia sensed something was amiss.
Sure enough, as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw someone's face, cold and devoid of warmth.
She sat up and searched for her clothes among the tangled mess of garments.
Lu Yanhe grabbed her shoulders, making her face him, his gaze cold and alarming, "Su Jia, you've got some nerve."
Su Jia looked at him sideways, "Sorry, I didn't understand what you meant."
Actually, she knew clearly why Lu Yanhe was acting out of character—it was all because of one person—Tang Yuzhou.
Lu Yanhe gritted his teeth, "Tang Yuzhou was released without charges due to insufficient evidence, but I think those organizations wouldn't let him go so easily. Turns out, it was your doing."
At this point, there was no need to deny it, "Yes, it was me."
His words were sharp, piercing her heart like knives, "Solving something like this, Su Jia, you're different now."
