In the villa, the air was thick with the scent of rosemary.
Zhao Jiaqi had by now surrendered herself to the "Iron Pestle," devotedly serving without paying any mind to the reactions of the other two. This long-anticipated moment had her breathing heavily, a trait that was both her innocent side and her endearing side.
But Chen Jiayi just watched Lin Fan with a puzzled expression, "I already explained to you that day... the reason was that you had talent but no backing..."
Chen Jiayi wanted to say more, but Lin Fan silenced her with a finger to her lips, "I don't want to hear lies from you. I had my suspicions from the start, but I didn't give it serious thought. After all, you only visited the office twice and never once looked at me from start to finish. Knowing Hou Changyao as I do, the self-important him would certainly not mention me to you, so let's just stick to the truth."
"The truth... might not sound all that believable."
