Han Chuyuan's thin lips were tightly closed, and he made no sound, just staring straight at Lu Mianmian.
"Han Chuyuan, after all this time, what questions could you possibly have left? Whether Ren Chuqing is dead or alive, it has nothing to do with you anymore. Haven't you always been indifferent towards her? So now, what's with the pretense of asking these questions!" Lu Mianmian cursed.
"She is my sister." It took a while for Han Chuyuan to finally manage these words.
Yet those words sounded so harsh to Lu Mianmian!
"Slap!"
She raised her hand and landed a heavy slap across Han Chuyuan's face.
His face turned to one side from the impact, but there was no sign of anger on Han Chuyuan's face, he still looked at Lu Mianmian expressionlessly, "Is there really no news about her?"
Lu Mianmian glared at Han Chuyuan with mixed feelings, "No!"
A trace of dejection spread across his eyes.
