The hair on his chest stuck to his warm and soft skin. His body tensed up, and turmoil was brewing in his mind.
"I feel that although Wu Zongyang is a very good actor, his feelings for Wu Pingting are real and not an act at all. That's why I don't suspect him. As much as someone can perform well, the way he cares about Pingting—the look in his eyes when he sees her, his sadness, his happiness when she recovered... That can't have been faked. When Wu Pingting spat out the blocked sputum, everyone in the room frowned as they had not been mentally prepared. He was the person closest to her, yet he was the only one who did not show any disgust. So, unless he outright admits it, I really don't think he's the mastermind behind the incident."
Chi Yang bent down and kissed Nuannuan's warm forehead. He conveniently closed the notebook that he had on his lap and put it aside.
