Although she still didn't like Xi Mohan's indifferent look, Yao Man was already accustomed to it. She took a deep breath, looked at the man, and said, "There are rumors about you and me in An City. Do you know that?"
Xi Mohan's gaze fell on the woman's delicate little face. He gave a faint "hmm" and then spoke leisurely, "I've already sent someone to handle it."
But when Yao Man heard this, she couldn't help but turn pale, lowered her head to look at the floor in front of her, her lips moved as if wanting to say something, but no words came out.
Seeing her like this, Xi Mohan immediately noticed something, fixedly looking at her and said, "Yao Man, this matter, could it be..."
Before Xi Mohan could finish, the woman had already nodded directly, the hands by her side clenched into fists, her voice carrying a sense of helplessness, "I know who did it, and they were targeting me. You got caught up in it..."
