"I think if you really want to know, why not ask her yourself?"
Wen Jiang sighed in her heart.
This kind of entanglement between mother and daughter was the thing she understood the least.
There was still a touch of softness left in her heart.
But over the years of cultivation.
Her heart had indeed become cold.
Zero Egg also sighed along: "What's the use of her telling you these things when your heart is as cold as having swept temple grounds for ten years?"
Wen Jiang: "..."
Song Zhi looked at Wen Jiang, the sadness in her eyes had disappeared, replaced with calmness.
"Thank you. The information you provided is enough."
Wen Jiang raised her eyebrows.
As expected, a qualified Song Family heir was far less fragile than she seemed on the surface.
A mother she hadn't seen for years, although making her curious.
But without knowing the full picture, Song Zhi's emotions couldn't fluctuate that much.
