Life was like a play; it all depended on acting skills.
I put on a puzzled expression and responded with a question, without the slightest hint of awkwardness.
Seeing me speak like that, Uncle Yu did not remember the exact timing very clearly either, but he followed my lead and said:
"Yeah, Third Uncle. When we got there, we really didn't see you. There were only the three of us at the cemetery!"
Zhang Yuchen said nothing, nor did his emotions fluctuate in any unusual way.
The three of us simply looked at Lu Changfeng, our faces unflushed and our hearts steady.
Honestly, after everything we had been through—the life-and-death situations—this was nothing.
That old fox wanted to use a few lines of conversation to spot a flaw in us? He could keep dreaming.
It was not like we were clueless rookies...
Lu Changfeng swept his gaze across us, paying particular attention to Zhang Yuchen and me.
He was probably thinking that we were young, that we could not keep things hidden, and that we would slip up in our facial expressions.
But he had miscalculated. Our act was more convincing than the truth.
Zhang Yuchen looked completely baffled, so he did not need to act at all.
As for me, there was no need to mention it. Emotional control was a required skill for doctors.
Uncle Yu was experienced and worldly-wise, so naturally, he had no problem either.
Unable to find any flaws, Lu Changfeng smiled and said:
"Ah! Maybe I remembered wrong. I got there earlier.
"By the way, Little Yu, now that you've come back, Big Brother has accepted you too.
"We all know about Xiao Rou.
"Once we get any information, we'll definitely make that wicked woman repay blood with blood."
"Third Uncle, thank you for