Acting the full set, Cheng Mu had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue acting.
Chuzheng sat there until dusk, and it was only when Cheng Mu spoke again that she picked up her pen to write... but was that really a pen?
Cheng Mu recognized the lipstick.
Has she been writing with lipstick all along?
Is it because she has money with nowhere else to spend it?
——Are you badly hurt?
"Not badly, I'll be fine in a couple of days." Cheng Mu paused deliberately, his gaze falling on the spot next to Chuzheng: "I saw Qu An when I was discharged..."
Upon hearing the name Qu An, Chuzheng's expression turned a bit gloomy.
Qu An should count himself lucky to be alive ten years ago.
Cheng Mu glanced at her from the corner of his eye: "Did you know something before?" That's why you tried to find a way to send him a message.
——Yes.
Chuzheng replied blandly, showing no intention of elaborating.
——I asked you to find someone to keep an eye on Qu An, why haven't you received any news?
