Ruan Qingyang's best friend, Wen Wanyu, was not privy to the secret. If Wen Wanyu had been, she wouldn't have discovered her existence many years later.
So, Wen Wanyu was not the one who knew it all.
Ruan Qingyang had a frosty personality back then and was not good at making friends. She probably didn't have much of a social circle.
"It was the regular courier who delivers our parcels,"
Aunt Lin answered truthfully. Their villa's parcels were always delivered by a dedicated courier to prevent any mishaps.
"Get me in touch with this courier; I need to see him."
Yao Meishu spoke and then went upstairs. Out of Aunt Lin's sight, Yao Meishu's facial expressions were intense.
Was the secret she had kept hidden for so long about to be unveiled?
She unlocked a drawer, took out the contents to carefully compare the handwriting on the letters. There was no discrepancy; it was indeed Ruan Qingyang's handwriting.
Had Ruan Qingyang played her cards close to her chest back then?
