"Lying... lying?" Hearing Han Zhan's words, Feng Ya's little face suddenly turned pale.
Even her smile became quite stiff.
"Brother Zhan, I... I don't understand what you're saying."
"If you don't like me... I won't say these things anymore."
Feng Ya softly murmured, pitiful and weak.
Plus, from Han Zhan's angle by the pond, the spring water was very clear, and Han Zhan's eyesight was good, so things suddenly became subtle.
This girl truly understands the posture of asking for help, but as for me, Han, I have read the classics.
Han Zhan looked for five minutes, thoroughly gauging the depth of the pond, and then spoke without changing his expression.
"That's right, if I'm not mistaken, you probably never heard any ancestral call at all."
"The things you said during the day were probably all lies. You deceived the village chief and me."
Hearing Han Zhan declare such words with certainty, Feng Ya finally panicked.
