'Slam,' the laptop was forcefully closed.
Wei Chengfeng came to his senses and saw that her face, which had been fine just moments ago, had turned very ugly. He couldn't help but move closer and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Su Li looked at him and, after being silent for a while, finally spoke, "Is the house Qiao Ling is living in yours?"
This time, Wei Chengfeng was truly taken aback, "How did you know that?"
His counter-question was a tacit confirmation for her. Su Li bit her lip and nodded, pushing back the warmth that had reached the corners of her eyes.
Su Li slightly tilted her chin up and asked coldly, "This time, do you have any good explanation?"
Seeing her like this, Wei Chengfeng's heart also sank, "She just came back from abroad and said she had nowhere to live, so I lent her that apartment."
