Zhao Xiaoxin and Lin Yuzhe understood that it was better for Zhao Sulan to remain silent than to lie.
Lying would only make Meng Chuyue hate her even more.
It would be counterproductive.
Neither of them said anything else, each leaving five hundred yuan before departing.
On the way, Zhao Xiaoxin asked Lin Yuzhe, "What do you think, if we asked Sister directly, would she tell us?"
Lin Yuzhe shook his head, "No, she wouldn't. If she could tell, she would have by now. Even if she wouldn't usually say, when we invited her over and she refused, she should have said something. Since she doesn't want to mention it, let's not pry. She's always been reliable; there must be a good reason. Let's not make her more upset."
Zhao Xiaoxin immediately laughed, "Right, you're right. From now on, I won't obsess over this anymore."
Zhao Xiaoxin and Lin Yuzhe might not be troubled anymore, but Zhao Sulan was becoming increasingly entangled because of this conversation.
