Shen Jiyan rarely chuckled, teasingly: "Seeing you so anxious is quite a rarity, indeed. When it concerns that person, Sheng Jianan can act out of character."
"Stop with the nonsense, speak."
"OK, the first time I saw her was at the foot of the cemetery hill, on the day of the old man's funeral. She had a car accident."
She had a car accident.
Shen Jiyan said these five words lightly, but Sheng Jianan's eyes narrowed while hearing them—car accident?
How could he not have found out about such a serious matter?
"I rescued her and later called you, but you didn't answer. Her injuries weren't severe and when she woke up, she asked me not to contact you, not to contact the Sheng Family, and above all, not to mention her car accident to anyone."
Sheng Jianan vaguely remembered—yes, when he checked his phone, Shen Jiyan did indeed call him, but it went unanswered.
At the time, there were too many missed calls in his phone, and he didn't bother with any of them.
