Liang Xiaohan had actually been dealing with Hao Jian for quite a while now; how could she not know what kind of person he was. If she didn't have hard evidence, Hao Jian would definitely die rather than admit to anything he'd done. So now, seeing him like this, she knew for sure it had to be that thing, and if she didn't have proof in hand, there was no way Hao Jian would cough up even half a word of the truth.
But she didn't have any evidence right now. Knowing that if she kept arguing like this, Hao Jian absolutely wouldn't say a word, she could only glare at him furiously.
Hao Jian, being stared down by Liang Xiaohan like that, when he saw how she looked totally helpless against him, a faint smugness quietly climbed onto his face, though he quickly reined it in. Then he said, "Well? You believe me now, right?"
