Regarding Gu Ningyue's question, Lin Ruixian just gave a faint smile: "It's all hearsay, and there are also quite a few reports in the newspapers. You can go see for yourself. I won't spread the gossip here! Otherwise, if traced to the source, President Ling might want my life?"
Gu Ningyue's fingers tightened, "These two people even made it to the newspapers?"
"Yes!" Lin Ruixian observed Gu Ningyue's expression: "You seem very nervous?"
Gu Ningyue quickly lowered her head and took a sip of coffee: "No, not nervous."
Just, a bit... concerned, that's all.
The arc at the corner of Lin Ruixian's mouth grew wider, and with a sudden playful knock on the cup's edge, the sound inexplicably turned crisp and melodious.
Even though Gu Ningyue didn't look into his eyes, her ears seemed to momentarily shut off all other sources of information, leaving only the sound of Lin Ruixian's tapping fingertips.
"Ning Yue, do you remember that friend of mine who is no longer around?"
