The air seemed to freeze.
Su Xiaomeng's words left Lu Ping's mind blank in an instant.
In a moment, the world spun around, and countless clues she had suspected yet overlooked surged towards her like waves.
Occasionally, when walking on the street, she felt like someone was following her. Sitting in a café, she felt a gaze on her. Sometimes, troubles she encountered were solved the next day...
All these signs and traces have now formed a clear and defined conclusion in her mind.
It wasn't her imagination, it wasn't a dream, it wasn't her being overly suspicious...
Lu Ping widened her eyes, the countless memories that came flooding back into her mind rendered her expression wooden and dazed...
Wu Yu swallowed, a young man with a maturity beyond his years, his face full of shock and bewilderment,
"Su... President Su... what, what did you say?"
"Your father is not dead."
"Impossible!"
Wu Yu's features twisted together, his face turning crimson with anger, and he shouted,
