The man on the other end of the phone took a deep breath and said gravely, "Meimei, I can't go back."
Wen Meimei gripped her phone with one hand and tentatively asked him, "Fine, I won't look for Luo Wuya, but there's something I must know. Two years ago, did you assault Sisi?"
At the other end of the world—
Luo Liu clenched his phone, his eyes flashing with a multitude of complex emotions, yet in the end, he said nothing.
Wen Meimei didn't get an answer, and disappointment swiftly filled her heart as she pressed, "Why aren't you speaking? Daring to act but not to own up, that's not like you."
As if gathering his courage, Luo Liu said firmly, "Meimei, I've told you, this matter has nothing to do with you. Stop looking into it, or else even Qiao Chengxun won't be able to save you when the time comes."
"Heh…" Wen Meimei laughed, "Don't you know that he and I have already broken up?"
Luo Liu furrowed his brows, "Why did you break up?"
