"You really worked at Xiangrui before?" Luo Beichen asked in a cold voice.
"Yes," Jing Yan replied, her lips slightly pursed.
"Why didn't you tell me before we got married? Afraid that I wouldn't marry you because of that?" Luo Beichen clenched his teeth tightly and continued to ask word by word, his tone full of sarcasm.
"Yes." Jing Yan didn't want to admit it, but it was indeed the truth.
Luo Beichen tugged at the corner of his mouth in a sneering laugh, which carried a bit of self-mockery, his voice filled with disappointment, "Living in lies every day, aren't you tired?"
Jing Yan bit her lower lip hard, pain shot through her lips, and her heart clenched. She wanted to say something but found herself too ashamed to know how to start. It was her fault, and now that her lies had been exposed, there was no need to cover one lie with another.
