Jing Yan was sitting on the sofa reading a book, quiet and peaceful.
"Yanyan." Luo Beichen approached and knelt on one knee before her, took the book from her hands and placed it aside, and then held her hands, "Can you listen to my explanation? Give me ten minutes, no, three minutes is enough."
Jing Yan didn't struggle, her tone merely indifferent, "Go ahead."
"I really was set up, the woman has admitted it. She took someone else's money to deliberately cause a misunderstanding between you and me," Luo Beichen explained immediately.
"..." Jing Yan just stared at the man without any reaction, which scared Luo Beichen terribly.
"If you don't believe me, I can swear. If I'm lying, may I never find happiness..." Luo Beichen lifted his hand, very solemn, but before he could speak the word "die," Jing Yan sealed his lips with a small mouth.
