Veronica remained silent, looking at Li Weixin gloomily.
The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on her body through the blooming rose flowers, stretching her slender figure. She had a neatly cut hair, and the bangs on her forehead floated with the wind, like flexible water plants in blue waves.
“Where is Yan Shen?” Veronica asked.
Yan Zhao would not believe her, not to mention Ying Xun, who was about to become his wife, but Yan Shen would definitely believe in Li Weixin.
Since Li Weixin doubts Ying Xun, she can’t find anything, so I can ask Yan Shen to investigate.
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