"Chenyuan, why are you always so harsh? You don't know how to appreciate tenderness at all."
Guo Zhenting was the complete opposite of Lu Chenyuan in personality, which was also one of the reasons for his divorce—he was like a central air conditioner, always too warm.
Women who had interacted with him often had the illusion that this man had fallen in love with them.
Lu Chenyuan said nothing.
Fu Yubai also kept silent. This girl looked familiar, but he couldn't recall where he'd seen her.
During dinner, Lu Chenyuan asked Fu Yubai, "Do you remember a few years ago, there was a girl who committed suicide here?"
Fu Yubai's hand trembled as he poured wine.
"I think something like that happened, but I don't really know the details."
"That girl seemed to be from Liangshan," Lu Chenyuan muttered to himself.
Fu Yubai didn't respond.
Guo Zhenting couldn't understand what they were discussing. Having been abroad for several years, he was completely out of touch with domestic affairs.
