Qin Yafu's hands were against his solid chest, separated by a layer of cloth, and she could feel the chill emanating from him.

"I, I just called the wrong number." Qin Yafu eventually chose not to tell the truth.

Leng Muchen looked at her. "I want to listen to the truth!" How on earth can this woman tell him the truth? Even if it hurts him, he feels comfortable. The more Qin Yafu hides from him, the more he feels that he is so unreliable and unreliable in Qin Yafu's heart. She prefers to hide her words in her heart. Some things she would rather bear alone than give in...