Titus Zane managed a smile, then picked up his coffee again and took a sip, using it to hide his panic.
"Jon, it's not as serious as you say, has reading foreign detective novels turned your head? Our country is very safe, not chaotic like yours."
Jon put his cutlery down again and picked up a napkin to wipe the corners of his lips; foreign men, not only handsome but even wiping their lips is done with elegance and poise.
Jon looked at her seriously and said, "carry, since you've asked Sister Hua for help, it shows you've started doubting your identity. If that's the case, why not tell me the truth, so I can continue the investigation?"
Jon's barrage of questions softened Titus Zane's resolve, she had the traditional Chinese mindset running in her bones - unless something unexpected happens, people usually prefer letting things slide without digging further.
Westerners are different; they investigate any doubts thoroughly until everything is crystal clear.
