She typed Sun Yuhan again, but there was no special news. Now, whether it was her, Su Muran, or Sun Yuhan, it was as if they had come to some kind of agreement in the middle. Each of them was more low-key than the other, there was also some unspeakable strangeness in being low-key.
She turned off the computer and thought about the things that brother Hua had told her.
The person who had thrown her mother’s ashes was the same person who had kidnapped her and injected her with drugs.
And who was this person? Was It Su Qingdong or ye Jianguo.
