"Gu Yanting, my mother's death, it has nothing to do with you, does it?"
When Gu Yanting heard Zhuo Ya asking him this question once more, he looked at her and asked with a hoarse voice, "Do you think I am related to your mother's death?"
"No, it's just... I remembered how you used to treat me so badly."
Zhuo Ya pinched Gu Yanting's palm, trying to explain herself.
"Ah Ya, if you trusted me, you wouldn't have asked me that question."
Gu Yanting said to Zhuo Ya with a forehead against hers, a smile not quite forming on his face.
"Alright, I won't ask."
In the end, Zhuo Ya didn't continue asking.
However, she was very curious about this person Aunt Lan.
"Gu Yanting, who is the Aunt Lan you mentioned to your mother?"
"My mother's personal maid, she's been with her since childhood, she was her confidante."
What Gu Yanting explained was very simple, but Zhuo Ya felt that Aunt Lan was more than just a confidante.
