As the car passed the big bridge, Jiang Tan saw the shimmering lake under the sunlight.
Her voice was faint and calm, "What's there to tell? We're now just two irrelevant strangers."
Even with Meng Yanxi's exceptional ability to perceive people's intentions, he couldn't discern, at that moment, how much was true and how much was false in Jiang Tan's words.
All he could do was laugh, his voice laced with innuendo, "Jiang Tan, haven't you heard? Two people in this world, no matter how estranged, can be connected through just 10 people. So, there's no such thing as 'unrelated strangers.'"
Jiang Tan thought, perhaps, Meng Yanxi was right.
But so what? As long as she felt they were unrelated, they could be entirely unrelated.
Jiang Tan had bought an apartment in the suburbs of Ning City. After paying the down payment, she still had to pay off the mortgage for 30 years.
