Everyone had left, and only she and Ruan Tianling were left in the living room.
Jian Yufei sat down, stared at him, and softly asked, "You're not using monkeys for experiments; you're using living people, right?"
"Do you believe what he said?" Ruan Tianling coldly retorted.
"I trust my intuition."
"You trust your intuition, yet you don't trust me?"
Jian Yufei wasn't emotional; she held Ruan Tianling's hand and said, "Release them, alright? Don't make my conscience uneasy."
Ruan Tianling squeezed her hand back, noticing nail marks and traces of blood on her palm.
His expression shifted slightly, "Who made you torture yourself!"
"I felt upset inside, so I tortured myself."
"I've already said it's fake, why are you upset! If it were true, why hasn't he presented evidence? How does he even know, without saying anything, yet you believe him?"
