When Tang Yuzhou asked this question, a hint of gloom flashed beneath his eyes.
But Su Jia was immersed in her own thoughts and did not notice.
He could understand her neglect.
She had only one heart, which, many years ago, she had entirely placed on Lu Yanhe. How could she have truly cared for him even a little?
Su Jia glanced at him indifferently and answered softly, "We just caught up, didn't say anything else."
She deliberately ignored the gloom in his eyes, forcing herself not to overthink.
Tang Yuzhou saw that she didn't want to continue talking about Lu Yanhe and stopped asking questions.
The corners of his mouth curled up, inexplicably revealing a hint of melancholy.
"You know, right? The reason my family had trouble back then was because my father was framed by someone," Su Jia said blandly.
Nine years later, when she mentions past events again, only calmness remains.
No anger, not even sadness.
