Jiang Baobao was stunned for a moment.
She met Li Beijue's deep eyes, forcibly hiding the panic that flashed through the bottom of her heart.
She blinked rapidly, searching for an answer in her brain at lightning speed.
After a pause of two seconds, she pretended to speak carelessly, "He's already gone..."
"Gone?" Li Beijue's brows knit together slightly.
Jiang Baobao nodded, not daring to look directly into his eyes, and quickly continued to make up a story, "Car accident."
As she spoke, to make her voice sound even more realistic, she deliberately lowered her voice to give the impression she was sad.
Li Beijue's gaze flickered for a moment; he remained silent but a trace of displeasure inadvertently spilled from his eyes.
Was she really sad?
A peculiar feeling suddenly rose in Li Beijue's heart, and his eyes turned icy cold.
Jiang Baobao had just divorced him and married another man so quickly, and even now she was still dwelling on it?
