We clearly agreed that he would tell me after dinner, but now that dinner is over, he just carried me up to the second floor and said he'd tell me tomorrow.
Ning Wan couldn't help but begin to suspect, could it be that Xi Mohan was lying to her?
But she couldn't find a reason for Xi Mohan to lie to her—what would be the point?
Upon hearing Ning Wan's words, the man who was about to leave suddenly stopped in his tracks, then turned around, his gaze falling on Ning Wan. His thin lips pressed lightly together, revealing his displeasure.
Lied to her?
He didn't have the time or energy to lie to her.
Besides, there was nothing to gain from lying to her; it wouldn't benefit him in the slightest. She thought it was entirely unnecessary.
Seeing the man's face turn dark instantly, Ning Wan inexplicably felt a pang of fear towards him. She instinctively gulped and shrank back a little.
