Zhou Beiyan's heart gave a jolt, and she reflexively countered, "What did you say?"
"You know Yi Ren."
Chu Xinian spoke again; his words had shifted from a question to a statement as he looked her up and down from on high, taking in her flustered, ill-at-ease expression. "But judging from Yi Ren's reaction… the one you know, is it Huang Qian?"
Zhou Beiyan was stunned for a moment. She hadn't expected Chu Xinian to hit the mark in one go, and at the same time she was even more worried that she might have accidentally let slip something very important.
Her hand, hanging at her side, fumbled helplessly with the hem of her clothes. She said stiffly, "President Chu, if the Huang Qian you're talking about used to be my university classmate, then I do know her. But I believe I just mistook someone else for her, because Huang Qian wouldn't fail to recognize me."
Her answer sounded perfectly natural, with fear and unease between her brows, not like someone harboring ulterior motives.
