Upon hearing Wang Zai'an's words, Lin Qianru's face slightly changed. If she only had suspicions about Wang Zai'an before, now she was completely sure that Wang Zai'an could not have been sent by Lu Tianxing.
Lu Tianxing had enemies in Beijing, which she knew well. If he was worried about her, it would be understandable, but there was absolutely no need to send someone from Beijing to pick her up. Doing so would expose her directly under the enemy's noses, akin to serving herself up on a silver platter. More importantly, Wang Zai'an's words were full of holes. Perhaps a woman blinded by love might believe him, but she, Lin Qianru, loved Lu Tianxing deeply, yet she was no fool.
Although she had already made up her mind, Lin Qianru showed no sign of it on her face and slowly said, "I believe what you said. However, I seem to have left my phone in the office when I came down just now. I'll go upstairs to get it. You wait here for me; I'll be right back."
