Ji Hanxing propped his chin on his hand and looked at Yan Jinyue, amusement in his eyes.
"You found out I'd made a deal on the black market, with conclusive evidence, and you still believed me?"
"And you were even willing to help me clean up?"
Yan Jinyue met Ji Hanxing's eyes, his tone earnest. "I trust my instincts."
"I felt you wouldn't do something like that."
Yan Jinyue meant those words sincerely now, but when Fu Fangxi had told him, he hadn't been so certain. Only after peeking into Ji Hanxing's thoughts had he become sure.
But because of those secret little thoughts of his own, there was no need to let Ji Hanxing know any of that.
Ji Hanxing finally couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips.
"Oh! I remember!"
Something suddenly occurred to Ji Hanxing. His smile faded, and his expression turned grave.
Seeing this, Yan Jinyue frowned slightly. "What did you remember?"
Smack! Ji Hanxing slapped the table. "I remember now. I lost that card!"
Ji Hanxing finally dug up an older memory. The original owner of this body had lost that card half a year ago!
But the original owner had plenty of cards, and there hadn't been much money on that one. With so much on his plate, he had soon forgotten about it.
Ji Hanxing rubbed his temple. Was this what it meant to be a filthy-rich domineering CEO?
He could stay this calm even after losing a bank card.
Now it seemed that the loss of that card had been planned all along. Someone had set him up.
They had bought drugs in his name, then taken the opportunity to drug him, creating the false impression that he had drugged himself.
And after he fell for it?
There had to have