Lan Shuangshuang had never imagined that someone who once liked her would say such things in his fury.
She could feel the expressions of those around her changing as they looked at her. They seemed to want to ask, yet were forcing themselves to hold back...
Lian Xiaochuan was forcing her to choose one out of more than a dozen men.
At this point, Lan Shuangshuang knew she could not answer that question, but constantly playing the victim was no solution either.
She widened her eyes, her face full of bewilderment, as though she truly could not understand their expressions, and kept steering the conversation back to Su Jiu's
Painting scroll.
She looked so anxious she was about to cry. "Why won't you believe what I say? I really don't know!"
Then she gritted her teeth. "If you don't believe me, go ahead and search my Storage Bag. You can search my house too!"
As Lan Shuangshuang spoke, she handed over the Storage Bag at her waist...
Lian Xiaochuan merely turned his head away in disdain. Her willingness to let him examine her Storage Bag meant the painting really was not inside it, but that did not mean she had not taken it...
What worried him more now was that the person before him might already have destroyed his painting. Still, this incident had clearly revealed Lan Shuangshuang's true face to him. He could only consider his former self blind, to have been played in circles by a woman like this.
In the end, he did not voice his final question. What good would asking do? Would she admit it? She would not. Perhaps he should have seen her for what she was long ago.
The admirers beside her, who had initially harbored some suspicions about Lan Shuangshuang, seemed to