Xia Qingqian lowered her eyes, falling silent.
Her silence stirred his impatience. He frowned, his low, muffled voice spreading through the air: "Qian Qian, lift your head, look at me." He let go of the hand he'd been gripping, letting her look at him of her own accord.
Xia Qingqian struggled inwardly for a long while. It wasn't that she didn't believe him, but both she and Ye Feng had seen the facts. Besides, she had no right to accuse him of finding other women; she wasn't anyone special to him, she had no way to dictate his thoughts.
She slowly raised her head, looked at him, and changed the subject: "What do you want to eat? I'll go to the mall and buy something to cook for you."
"Don't dodge the topic. Just now—did you see all of it?" Beitang Yao forced himself not to lose his temper, quietly waiting for her answer.
"Mm." Xia Qingqian nodded, but let her gaze slide away from his. A trace of grievance instantly welled up in her eyes.
