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Faced with An Xin's questioning, Lin Fengye hesitated to tell her. If she didn't tell him, then she would never know what Jun Lin An had done. But if he were to tell her, not to mention whether she would believe him or not, even if she did believe him, so what?

Lin Fengye's mind was in a state of activity, while An Xinyue was also keeping an eye on him