"I beg to differ. As the saying goes, 'There's no smoke without fire, and flies don't sting a flawless egg.' It's very possible that Ye Ranran might have had a hand in Xia Qing's death; even if she didn't cause it directly, she's definitely not unconnected to it."
Allegedly connected to it by what? All she did was make her leave. Actually, by staying away from these whirlpools, she might have lived even longer.
"True or false, who can really tell?" Lu Jun chuckled, obviously not interested in continuing this topic.
But Gu Yan was insistent: "Ye Ranran, have you heard of her?"
"I know a little about her. She's a designer from A City who has known Jun Mochan since they were kids," Lu Jun briefed on what he knew.
"Yeah, coming from a small town and then claiming to be born into a wealthy family. What kind of elite background is that?" Gu Yan swirled her red wine, scoffing.
"Have you offended her?" Fan Rou soundlessly mouthed her question.
