"What did you say to my aunt?"
After leaving the hall, Shen Zhiyi pursed her lips, walked quite a distance, and looked back.
"You two don't even know each other, why are you keeping secrets from me?"
"When we left just now, her eyes were red."
"Did you bully her?"
When Shen Zhiyi asked, she felt something was amiss.
Yu Tingwan might seem vicious, but she always acts with discretion.
Yu Tingwan felt a heavy weight in her heart, a sense of blockage and unease. She raised her hand to push away Shen Zhiyi's fan, which was blocking her way right under her eyes.
"Are you asking me about matters from the previous generation of the Shen Family?"
Shen Zhiyi: ???
She pondered deeply, privately speculating on this sentence.
It seems, as a junior, she actually knew nothing about it.
Yu Tingwan moved forward, on the long official road, as if it stretched endlessly; some people came in and couldn't get out again.
