1777 Fine, I'll Believe You

This instantly triggered the rage Ye Qianqian barely managed to suppress.

She lifted her head and took a glance at Shen Zhilie. His face was slightly pale. There were dark circles under his eyes and a thin layer of stubble had surfaced at the corners of his lips.

His originally bright, clean, and fair face seemed as if it had weathered many vicissitudes of life in the few days that they had spent apart.

Ye Qianqian pursed her lips. She felt slightly uncomfortable.

Things had changed in only a few days. Everything had changed.

How many things could one hold in their heart?

Ye Qianqian never knew that the man she had always trusted and relied on could have her eating out of his hand on end and seduce her bestie on the other.

The thing Ye Qianqian least expected was how Shen Zhilie still had the cheek to follow after her when she already saw through and exposed his deeds.