A private club.
"Mu Yunhuai, have you heard about Miss Zhen's incident? Her tongue was cut out, and she's developed depression. She was sent abroad for treatment," Xiang Liangzhou said carefully, observing Mu Yunhuai's expression.
"I've known for a while now," Mu Yunhuai replied indifferently, seemingly unconcerned.
Xiang Liangzhou couldn't help feeling puzzled. "Aren't you upset? Haven't you always had an unrequited love for her?"
"Who said I have an unrequited love for her?" Mu Yunhuai raised an eyebrow and gave him a look.
"Damn, you're really heartless, aren't you? Didn't you act like you were in love with her before? Now that something has happened to her, don't you feel any sympathy at all?"
Xiang Liangzhou suddenly realized that he didn't quite understand Mu Yunhuai. He wasn't someone without compassion or morality. So how come he didn't seem at all sad, and actually appeared to be in quite a good mood?
