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.