Gu Tianmu glanced at Gu Juexi, then picked up the cup on the table. "I've been thinking about what you said. You think that the person who impersonated me back then could be Nalan Jing?"
Gu Tianmu was no fool. In fact, he was smarter than the average person. Looking back, even though he had only met Nalan Jing a few times, he could vaguely remember they had a similar build.
Gu Juexi did not intend to hide the matter. "Do you think Nalan Jing is really dead?"
Gu Tianmu twirled the cup in his left hand and leaned against the backrest of the couch. "It was rumored that he died among the upper class, as he did not appear ever since the accident. Besides that, the Nalan family had also started to fall apart around that time. After your birth, the Nalan family ceased to exist. That's why you didn't hear of their influence and only know of the Gu family and Wen family."
