The words were barely out of Shen Jing's mouth before regret washed over her. It would have been better to say nothing at all.
Miss Liang had vanished without a trace.
When disaster struck, everyone fled for themselves.
Zhou Luchen looked up, his dark eyes holding a calm, indifferent gaze, as still as a stagnant pond; even a stone tossed in wouldn't cause the slightest ripple.
He gazed at her in silence, as if giving her a chance to rephrase.
Shen Jing's heart hammered against her ribs, nearly bursting from her chest. She could still pretend, still lie. "I got the location wrong."
Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible. She wasn't a good liar; she'd panic, and people would see right through her.
Such petty tricks were beneath the notice of the lofty Zhou Luchen.
