Zhu Shuanghua sat in Gu Xici's car as they drove towards the city center.
Mother and son were silent for a long time.
Zhu Shuanghua couldn't hold back any longer and said, "How could Wen Suihan be together with Jiang Yi? Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"
Gu Xici's expression always carried a trace of loneliness.
He didn't look at his mother but instead focused on the road ahead, "What would it matter if I told you? What could you do?"
Zhu Shuanghua was somewhat indignant; she turned to look out the car window, unable to recognize the greatly changed Y city.
"If Jiang Jin knew, he would probably be furious enough to climb out of his coffin. Wen Suihan, huh..."
Hearing the sarcasm in his mother's voice, Gu Xici said, "Fate is always something incomprehensible. I've been thinking, these days, if I had come back to the country a year earlier, would Jiang Yi never have met Wen Suihan..."
Zhu Shuanghua was very disappointed in her son.
