Xu Qingyun looked in Shen Luo's direction, but only saw the backs of Shen Luo and Lu Chuan. She didn't know if Shen Luo and Lu Chuan had seen her.
Turning her gaze away, Xu Qingyun looked at Ji Lun, her demeanor eerily calm. "Ji Lun, let go."
"Xu Qingyun, don't you want to know about Ye Jianjia anymore?" Ji Lun gripped his fist even tighter.
Xu Qingyun replied coldly, "I already know."
Ji Lun narrowed his eyes. "How did you know? Did Ji Hanchen tell you?"
Xu Qingyun frowned slightly. "Yes, it was your uncle who told me."
Ji Lun chuckled, his smile turning cruel and sinister: "Did he tell you about Ye Jianjia's relationship with my grandfather?"
Xu Qingyun froze abruptly, her gaze instantly turning cold. "What are you trying to say?"
"It seems my uncle didn't mention it. There's a painting of your mother hanging in my grandfather's study, with the words 'Jiajia' written on it. My grandfather painted it himself, and he still treasures it in his studio, not letting anyone touch it."
"Xiaoyun, you really have a deep connection with our family."
Xu Qingyun was shocked, her heart filled with turbulent waves.
She knew her mother was hiding a secret, but she never expected that she would be involved with Ji Huai.
Mother and Ji Huai...?!
impossible!
Xu Qingyun tried to shake off Ji Lun, but she couldn't. Her face turned cold. "Ji Lun, let go!"
"Xiaoyun, come back to me." Ji Lun softened his tone.
"You've said the same thing countless times, aren't you tired of it?"
"Not at all." Ji Lun acted like a rogue, grabbing Xu Qingyun's wrist and forcibly pulling her into his arms.
Just then, a man walked up to Ji Lun and grabbed his wrist.
Xu Qingyun was surprised and was about to speak when the man put his finger to his lips and made a "shh" gesture.
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