Sang Qingqing's expression had made it clear; she knew who had started the rumors. Her prolonged silence was driving Luo Ye crazy: "Qingqing, speak up, who was it?"
A bitter smile faintly spread across Sang Qingqing's lips, "Ye'er, let it be. It's all my own fault, and I accept it."
A lightbulb went off in Luo Ye's mind, "Could it be... Liang Jing?"
"Ye'er..." Sang Qingqing looked at Luo Ye in surprise: "Meeting you and being recognized by you is truly the fortune of my lifetime!"
"Wildfire cannot burn it out, spring breeze brings it back to life; we should never have agreed to Zhuang Meili's plea for mercy." Luo Ye's eyes turned cold: "You have nothing to feel guilty for regarding her; everything about her stems from greed."
