Nian Xun's sudden words hit Wen Zhi like a sledgehammer, leaving her dazed and unable to regain her composure for a long time.
At this moment, Nian Xun observed Wen Zhi's reaction, not in a hurry to repeat himself. He simply picked up his teacup without a sound and took a sip.
It wasn't until a shadow flickered in front of him that he looked up and saw Wen Zhi had already stood up. She wasn't frantic or hysterically objecting, but instead appeared very... dull!
Nian Xun placed his teacup back on the table, leaning back slightly, fingers slender and intertwined, rubbing against each other as he spoke deliberately, "I am not like them; I don't believe in hiding a family member's death from their relatives. No matter how devastated or sad the family is, they must accept the reality."
Confusion spread across Wen Zhi's eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You know what I'm talking about," Nian Xun smiled, his tone so certain.
