Canard's Suspicion 4

He took another step forward, closing the distance between them to less than two meters.

He could see Xia Ya's deep-set eyes more clearly now, along with his own distorted reflection in them.

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, each pointing toward one dark conclusion—this man was using Jiliang, exploiting her kindness, her abilities, even her feelings.

Xia Ya looked at Canard, his fury clearly ignited, without the slightest hint of surprise on his face.

He straightened up from the wall. That subtle movement made him seem taller, bringing with it an invisible sense of pressure.

His gaze lingered on Canard's clenched fist for a moment before returning to his face.

Xia Ya's lips moved as though he wanted to say something, but then he stopped.

His gaze shifted away again. This time, he looked at a thick pipe beside them, its surface painted with yellow warning stripes. His fingers tapped lightly against his arm without conscious thought, making an extremely faint, rhythmic sound.

To Canard, that hesitation was undoubtedly a sign of guilt, a precursor to the lies Xia Ya was about to weave.

Canard's jaw tightened further. He was ready; if Xia Ya uttered even a single lie in an attempt to defend himself, he would throw a punch without hesitation, even if it completely shattered their relationship, even if it caused Jiliang trouble.

He could not tolerate anyone hurting her, especially now that he considered her family.

Just as Canard's patience was about to run out and he was ready to turn his fury into action, Xia Ya finally spoke again.

His voice was lower than before, carrying an indescribably complicated emotion.

"You really do have feelings for Jiliang—"

Xia Ya studied Canard with a probing look, and Canard instantly understood what he meant. He was implying