Chapter Two Hundred Fifty-Five: Chess Player_3
Several breaths later,
she looked at his chiseled profile:
"Xu Changtian, from the beginning, you've been trying everything to make Northern Border City fall as quickly as possible, am I right?"
Xu Yuan slightly lifted his head to meet her gaze, nodding straightforwardly:
"Yes."
Upon hearing this, Li Qingyan let out a long breath, not angry, but calmly asked:
"In that case, was the explosion at the South City's Triumphal Arch also your doing?"
At her words, Xu Yuan hesitated slightly, his answer ambiguous:
"Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't."
Li Qingyan's eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes gradually narrowed:
"What do you mean by that..."
Xu Yuan placed his hands behind him on the snowy ground, looked up at the dark snowy sky, and after a moment of silence, spoke softly:
"I didn't do it,
"But I suspect it was my father's doing."
"....." Li Qingyan.
This statement had quite a bit of information.