Zhuang Ning's voice turned icy as she said, "She's dead."
Ye Cheng was stunned. Then, he softly said, "I'm sorry."
Zhuang Ning lowered her gaze to stare at her plate. After a long time, she said in a low voice, "Poor people have cheap lives, after all. There's nothing anyone can do about it."
Ye Cheng did not understand her words and did not dare to say anything.
Zhuang Ning placed a bun on Ye Cheng's plate before she said, "You still haven't told me about what happened last night. Why did you drink so much?"
Zhuang Ning raised her head and looked at him with clear eyes.
