Qiao Chengxun's cold voice said, "Meimei, I need to understand the truth; otherwise, if anyone wants to harm you in the future, I won't be able to protect you."
"I wasn't harmed by those people, I mean, I haven't cheated. If you don't believe me, you can take me to the hospital for an examination right now, I haven't—"
"Meimei." Qiao Chengxun abruptly cut her off.
Wen Meimei had no choice but to close her mouth, biting her lower lip hard.
Qiao Chengxun, the King of Hell, needed to know the truth, but she couldn't give him that truth.
Eventually, Wen Meimei bowed her head in defeat, whispering, "I'm sorry, there are some things I can't begin to explain."
Qiao Chengxun was unwilling to let it go, "Why can't you tell me?"
He thought that their love had reached a stage where they could be completely honest with each other.
In the end, it was just his wishful thinking.