When Zhou Qing reported the recent findings of his second uncle to Shen Hanyi, she just sat quietly in the chair, her expression unchanged.
"You... already guessed it?" Zhou Qing asked somewhat surprised.
Shen Hanyi gently shook her head: "No."
"Then why aren't you surprised at all?"
"If not him, then her," Shen Hanyi's voice was so calm that there wasn't a hint of emotion, "over the years, I've suspected anyone who should be suspected."
Hearing this, Zhou Qing let out a light sigh.
It wasn't that she wasn't surprised, but that her heart had long become cold.
The hall fell into silence.
Zhou Qing didn't disturb her, just quietly accompanied her, allowing her to slowly digest the news.
"Let me tell you about what happened after I went to see Auntie that day!" After a while, Shen Hanyi suddenly spoke, her voice very light.
Zhou Qing's eyes lit up, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.
