Han Zhan really couldn't figure this woman out.
Just now, she was wildly aggressive, yet now, this smile, those eyes... Had she calmed down?
"You..." What kind of trick are you playing?
The act is over? What does that mean?
"You trust her so much that anything I say is useless. If I told you she was a Dead Soldier assassin, you wouldn't believe it, would you?"
"Chu Qianli, you really are too much..."
"That's why I say, you won't believe it."
If you believed, would the play have been so splendid?
Chu Qianli put away her short knife and stepped forward, "Time's almost up, let's go, I'll show you the truth."
But Han Zhan just stood there, watching her retreating figure, motionless.
Suddenly, he felt a twinge of unease.
What was this so-called truth she mentioned? It could only be about the face behind Chu Huaiyu.
But should he really follow her?
If he went with her, wouldn't that mean he believed her, and suspected Chu Huaiyu, too?
But what if Huaiyu was innocent?