As soon as the name was mentioned, the atmosphere at the scene became immediately suppressed.
Su Wanxia's gaze tightened, biting her teeth fiercely, "Why are you mentioning her? Don't tell me you think she's related to this. The dead deserve respect, Ji Yebai, please have some respect for Chuchu!"
Mo Chuchu was once Su Wanxia's best friend, but unfortunately died in an accident a long time ago.
However, the Mo Family kept the incident under wraps, and even Su Wanxia didn't know how Mo Chuchu died.
"You're the one who asked, so be prepared mentally." Ji Yebai's voice was deep, and his handsome face was marked with a grave expression.
...
Time rewinds to four years earlier.
At that time, Ji Yebai, Su Wanxia, and Mo Chuchu were all in the second grade of middle school.
The early autumn wind blew gently, slightly cool, dissipating the summer's heat.
