Yu Han had a face devoid of expression.
Like a deaf person who couldn't hear and a mute who couldn't speak.
Nangong Yu sighed and said to Xing Yue, "Your bodyguard is really competent, keeping secrets to the grave. In this year you've been away, I came to the villa every day to ask him about your whereabouts, and he never said a word. You should give him a raise."
Xing Yue: "Are you done talking? If you are, you can get lost now."
Nangong Yu sighed helplessly, suddenly gently tugged on Xing Yue's arm, his tone a bit subdued, "Are you still mad at me? Hmm? I swear, that time in the bar a year ago was really a misunderstanding. I swear I never slept with that young girl; I just heard she had dropped out of school to work in such a sleazy place, felt sorry for her, and gave her five thousand yuan for tuition. Yue Yue, you have such broad connections, you can definitely check this out, I'm not lying."
Xing Yue remained silent.
Of course, she knew it wasn't a lie.
