Feng Yao stared at Nan Zhi's cold expression, his voice careful and filled with deliberation. "Zhizhi, it might be a misunderstanding."
Nan Zhi pursed her lips tightly and said nothing. She stopped looking at the replies in the group chat and found the photos.
Apart from the photo of the man hugging the woman, there were also photos of the woman hugging the man from behind. The woman's face was pressed tightly against the man's back, looking extremely intimate and the man didn't push her away.
The angles the photos were taken from were taken perfectly. The two of them looked like they were a couple deeply in love.
After Nan Zhi saw the photos, she returned the phone to Feng Yao.
Walking to the sofa, she sat down and poured a cup of water for herself, sipping on it slowly.
Seeing that Nan Zhi wasn't saying anything, Feng Yao furrowed his eyebrows. "Zhizhi, Iβ¦"
Before Feng Yao could finish speaking, Nan Zhi's phone rang.
