"Yang Lin, it turns out both Ye Hao and I misunderstood you. I didn't realize you had such deep feelings for Chen Jun."
Li Yifan rarely saw Yang Lin looking defeated, so he wasn't going to let her off easily.
"I didn't, Ye Hao, last night was just a misunderstanding."
Hearing this, Yang Lin's emotions immediately stirred.
She hurriedly looked at Ye Hao, hoping he would believe her.
Even though she didn't know what went wrong yesterday, she clearly saw Ye Hao drink the potion.
"Ye Hao, did you feel unwell at all last night?"
Yang Lin continued to ask.
"Not at all, you ended up drinking your own potion."
Ye Hao laid it all out plainly.
"So it was you who made me drink the potion last night?"
Yang Lin found it hard to believe.
"You can't put it that way; you just reaped what you sowed. But your deep affection for Chen Jun is clear for all to see. Everyone in the camp wishes you both well."
As Ye Hao spoke, he let out a quiet laugh.
