Yun Jingxiao took a deep look at Gu Yi'an.
In the end, she did not speak more about "him."
Yun Jingxiao walked a few steps forward and sat on that very ancient-looking chair. This chair used to be placed in front of the desk where Gu Yi'an would read and write.
"Actually, I don't know how Tan Zheng came about." Yun Jingxiao said lightly.
Gu Yi'an's expression immediately changed. "Yun Jingxiao, if you're just here to talk nonsense, then you can leave."
"Don't rush." Yun Jingxiao said with a light smile. "That day I said those things to trick you out of the house. I knew only by saying that you would lose your sanity."
A trace of anger flashed in Gu Yi'an's eyes. Despite having already suspected this, hearing it from Yun Jingxiao still made it difficult for her to conceal the anger in her heart.
