Lu Niange's peripheral vision swept over Ling Momo's tranquil and beautiful profile, and for a moment, his expression faltered. After a brief pause, he slowly began to speak the words that would determine Ling Momo's fate.
"I don't know."
With Lu Niange's words, everyone in the hall miraculously froze in shock.
Ling Momo's eyes widened, and she turned her head to look at Lu Niange, her eyes filled with intense bewilderment.
What did he say? He said he didn't know?
Hadn't everything been arranged by ES? He was supposed to say that they were friends, that friends meet occasionally, and it should be no big deal.
How could he say he didn't know?
The color drained from Ling Momo's lips, bit by bit, and her fingertips began to tremble finely.
Even Li Qingshen, who had been sitting quietly beside Ling Momo as if he was non-existent, suddenly raised his head. His dignified and handsome face instantly turned icy cold, and his deep, beautiful eyes gradually filled with a frosty hue.
