Seeing Tianxing not speaking, Yuntian picked up his phone and dialed a number.
Tianxing saw that he really called, hurriedly reached out and snatched the phone back, hanging up the dialed number.
"Do you believe me now?" Yuntian reached out to caress her cheek, turning her little face to face him.
Tianxing lowered her eyes, not looking at him, but the anger in her heart had dissipated a lot.
Yuntian held her hand tightly, lowered his head to kiss the corner of her lips, and pulled her to walk outside, "Let's go home."
Tianxing, however, stood still.
"What are you still angry about?" Yuntian's fingertips brushed over her cheek.
Tianxing looked up at him and softly said, "Yuntian, you never trusted me, that's the fundamental problem between us."
She was indeed angry after seeing that Instagram post, but the fundamental issue between them was never that.
More than that, she was angrier about Yuntian's suspicion and distrust of her.
