It must be said, Ou Chengtian's talent for deception was simply remarkable.
Even Xia Ziqian was astonished, watching the rumored master of lies, who didn't even bother with a rough draft before telling an utterly eloquent lie.
"Oh, I see." Xia Ziqian finally gave a nod of agreement.
He hadn't planned on having another one anyway. He had just said it to change the subject.
"Has the injury on your waist healed? You seem to be moving around, so it must have improved." Xia Liyou glanced at Ou Chengtian, who was standing there entirely unhurt. Surely, his injury couldn't be that bad.
At the mention of the waist injury, Ou Chengtian instantly knitted his brows, a grimace forming on his handsome face. His hand naturally moved to his waist as he sorrowfully responded: "Who said it's all good? It hurts so much, I am just trying to get better quickly and took a walk."
A walk? Who did he think he was fooling? Did walks involve going so far?
