"I need a word from Lu Xiaoer."
Zhongli Wuzhi's voice had already dropped below freezing point.
His narrow eyes were emitting a cold, icy light.
Lu Xiaoer curled up, her face held in Song Jing's embrace, and she couldn't see Zhongli Wuzhi's expression at all.
"No, it's not... not... not..."
She could only repeat these two words over and over, even those words trembling uncontrollably as they came out.
"Not... not..."
"Lu Xiaoer, you and him... how many times?"
"..."
Lu Xiaoer was completely stiff.
The mumbling in her mouth stopped in an instant.
What did Zhongli Wuzhi... say?
"Looking at you two, it doesn't seem like it was the first time either..."
Lu Xiaoer bit her lower lip, her eyes open, listening to Zhongli Wuzhi's words, and she felt as if her heart was being brutally torn apart.
"Well, since you refuse to answer that question, I'll just ask a different one."
Zhongli Wuzhi took a deep breath,
"Was it before we broke up, or after?"
"Zhong, Li, Wu, Zhi..."
