Zhu Yan, who was concentrating on her driving, was baffled by Sun Zhe's sudden words.
"Ah Zhe, what are you talking about?"
Sun Zhe asked again, his face devoid of expression, "I'm asking you… Who is that man? And what is your relationship with him?"
At this moment, Sun Zhe really couldn't hold it in any longer. He didn't want to argue with Zhu Yan, nor did he want to give her the silent treatment. It would be pointless and only make them both miserable. It was better to just get everything out in the open. No more hiding things, no more pretending. That way, they could both stop suffering, and neither would have to lie or act anymore. This gentle, well-intentioned hypocrisy was a deadlier blade than any heartbreaking, explosive fight.
However, to Sun Zhe's dismay, Zhu Yan only seemed more confused when she heard him. She retorted, "What man? What are you talking about?"
