Xia Bowen kept taking deep breaths.
It had been many years since anyone had dared to talk to him like that, especially since she was a junior.
He didn't want to get too entangled with her.
Xia Bowen changed the subject, "Can I call you Little Nuan?"
Song Yunuan smiled cheerfully, "Of course, you can."
"Little Nuan, can you tell me where you got the information from?"
"I dreamed it up," Song Yunuan continued, "You don't need to think about the Gu family and the Chu family; they currently don't know about my uncle's situation."
"Did you tell your family about it?"
"There's always a 'what if.' What if Shangguan Heng commits murder to silence others, and my uncle can't return? Wouldn't they be more heartbroken?"
Xia Bowen's expression instantly darkened. Even if he felt no affection toward Xia Xindong, if Shangguan Heng had killed his son, he would be equally furious.
He said, "He wouldn't dare."
"It's not about daring, perhaps he simply can't bear to do it."
