Ye Lu was growing even more anxious, not understanding why he would not speak, not explain. Explain it quickly! This simply couldn't be possible. Why wouldn't he explain? As long as he said it wasn't true, she would absolutely believe him.
She was almost frantic with anxiety. Why wouldn't he speak?
Third Young Master Jun looked at her, frantic like an ant on a hot pan, that scorched expression on her face, his eyes darkened, and after a long silence, he finally spoke.
"Have you forgotten that your father was assassinated two to three years ago?"
His voice, calm and merciless, floated in the chilly, still air like snowflakes, bringing a blast of cold that made one's fingertips tremble.
Ye Lu was stunned by his sudden words, staring at him blankly, her lips quivering as she dumbly asked, "What do you mean?"
