Liu He listened, and Xingxing's coat slipped from her hands onto the floor.
She hurriedly picked it up and answered, "No, after you left, I obediently pretended to drink. So Wen Qing didn't try any other tricks on me. The main thing is, she's been busy trying to curry favor with the old man. She wouldn't have had the time to mess with me."
"Then you…"
"Alright, alright. I haven't questioned you yet. Why did you lie to me? I thought you were going to marry Mr. Sang. I shouted 'future son-in-law' on my feed for ages, only to find out... it was Third Young Master."
Liu He merely thinking about it made her heartbeat hard to bear.
"You—you posted on your Moments? What did you post?"
Lin Zhiyi was taken aback.
These past three years, afraid of revealing anything, she had applied for a smaller account.
Except for occasionally logging onto her old account to send Liu He photos, she had been using the smaller one.
She had no idea Liu He had posted her photos on Moments.