Feng Heng lay on the bed, continuously replaying every action, word, and expression of his since meeting Su Ci, striving not to miss a single detail.
He could not understand where he had gone wrong to arouse Su Ci's suspicion. Yet, no matter how much he thought about it, he could not find any problem with his behavior.
If Feng Heng were to know that Su Ci suspected him simply because she read too many cheesy romance novels and had a conditioned reflex to suspect anyone in his situation, he would likely vomit blood.
Chapter 117