After a quick, discreet assessment, Yan Moling turned to Wen Jiang.
Wen Jiang gestured towards the sofa. "Miss Yan, please sit. Would you like juice or plain water? I apologize, there's no one else at home, so these are what I usually drink."
Yan Moling's gaze swept over the two rabbit-themed mugs on the coffee table—one red, one blue (which Nian Jian had bought online). The water in the red rabbit mug wasn't finished, and the blue rabbit mug was in front of Wen Jiang.
She doesn't even put much effort into her lies, Yan Moling thought.
She offered a faint smile. "Plain water is fine, thank you."
Wen Jiang went to pour her a glass of water, using a paper cup.
So there's clearly someone else in this house, Yan Moling deduced. A flicker of deep thought crossed her eyes, but she didn't speculate further.
