Lu Zhizhou went silent, looking at Mrs. Yang without speaking. Indeed, she did not recall knowing anyone with the surname Yang, nor did Lu Mojing ever mention it.
"Father has never brought it up."
After what felt like forever, Lu Zhizhou responded, her tone as gentle as always.
"And your mother?"
Mrs. Yang probed, her gaze full of anticipation as she looked at Lu Zhizhou.
"My mother died due to birthing complications when giving birth to me."
Lu Zhizhou's voice was calm and steady as always.
That's what Lu Mojing explained, and so did Lu Mohai.
"She's... dead."
Mrs. Yang looked at Lu Zhizhou in shock, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Lu Zhizhou nodded, "Yes."
"Your father told you this?"
Mrs. Yang took a sip of water, her hand trembling around the glass. Her expression seemed off.
Lu Zhizhou nodded again.
Suddenly, Mrs. Yang fell silent.
"If there's nothing else, I really need to get back to work."
Lu Zhizhou glanced at her bustling employees and spoke slowly.
