Qiao Yun did not answer, her lips slightly pursed, as she quietly watched Lu Shiran with her clearly defined black and white eyes.
Lu Shiran looked straight into Qiao Yun's clear eyes, not needing her reply, and started to analyze on his own.
"I remember when I was a child, my aunt was not like this. At that time, her relationship with my mom wasn't as tense as it is now. It all started after you went missing. My aunt seldom returned to the old house, and every time she did, she disagreed with my mom."
His gaze firm, he said, "And the argument that happened at the dinner table earlier made me even more certain, your disappearance had something to do with my mom, right?"
He just didn't want to get involved in family matters, but that didn't mean he was foolish.
With a little thought, many things were guessable.
As Lu Shiran thought about this, he felt suffocated, everyone in the family was keeping secrets from him, telling him nothing.
