Ming Ge paused as he spoke, his voice lowered, "It's about Jia Zhao."
Jiang Xing'er's eyelashes trembled lightly. The hand holding the coffee cup unconsciously tightened, and the cold white on the back of her hand revealed a few blue-tinged veins. Her voice was faintly hoarse, "…What is it?"
Even after so many years, she still couldn't feel at peace hearing that name.
Ming Ge pursed his lips, organized his thoughts, and slowly said, "Back then, when you eloped with Jia Zhao, the person who called the police was... Yu Ruoxun."
Before Ming Ge spoke, Jiang Xing'er actually already had a guess with an eighty percent certainty that Ming Ge's topic would be related to the past.
She thought she had mentally prepared herself, that nothing would shock her too much, however, when the name Yu Ruoxun came out of Ming Ge's mouth, she inevitably lost her composure.
