More than a month ago, during that tracking mix-up at the shopping mall, Xia Liang had noticed something was off when she called "Larkspur's phone" on Lin Yun.
At the time, Lin Yun had been trying to avoid embarrassment and conceal the truth, so his explanation had been, "I know Larkspur. She left her phone at my place."
There had actually been plenty of contradictions in that explanation, but he had had very little time to think, and under the urgent circumstances, he could not come up with anything better.
And now, when Xia Liang used almost the same method again and asked that question, Larkspur knew there was no room left for explanations.
Even if she tried to fool her with the same line, saying, "Lin Yun left his phone at Larkspur's place," she could not explain the logic behind it: why would she be carrying someone else's phone?
To patch up one lie, one needed more lies to cover the gaps; to hide something, one's actions would inevitably become distorted.
Larkspur was no professional speaker or con artist. She did not want, nor was she willing, to pour too much energy into endlessly fabricating lies. So she narrowed her eyes and slowly sighed.
"Pursuing these matters so relentlessly is being far too willful, you know."
She chose to give up arguing altogether.
"What matters?"
Holding the phone, Xia Liang tilted her head, looking somewhat innocent. "I don't know what you're talking about, Little Senior."
The moment she finished speaking, Larkspur gave her a sharp knock on the forehead.
"Ow!" Xia Liang immediately clutched her head.
"If you've already figured it out, why are you still pretending?"
Larkspur withdrew her hand helplessly and looked at Xia Liang through lowered eyelids. "You child, when exactly did you start noticing?"
"Little