Ning Youran wrinkled her nose, "Her? Are you talking about Huanhuan?"
"Yes."
Apart from Huanhuan, this man indeed had no other business with her.
The taste of this wine seemed quite nice; she couldn't help but take a few more sips, then set down the glass she was holding, and with a straight face, said, "I don't know if I'm familiar with her, Huanhuan... she's not as easy to understand as I am."
Mo Shiqian's eyes were as deep as the sea, dark, and he pressed his thin lips together, remaining silent.
Taking her time, Ning Youran carefully said, "When she was fourteen, her parents divorced, her mother chose to go abroad with her new husband and basically ignored her, and her father, well, he was always busy with work, socializing, and various lovers, providing her with plenty of material wealth... but he didn't care much about her life."
He knew all of this.
"What I'm asking is about the time when I wasn't around."
