Jiang Haoran fell silent for a moment: "So many years have passed, why are you asking about Ye Rui again?"
"I just want to know, is she really not dead?" Leng Shaoqing's voice trembled with tension, "I didn't investigate at the time because I believed what I saw with my own eyes and I believed you. Now, all the signs indicate that everything I saw was a lie, a trap concocted by the three of you. Haoran, you can choose not to tell me, but I will find out the truth myself."
"There's no need to look any further, indeed she's not dead." Jiang Haoran sighed, "I don't know what you've realized, but please don't bother her anymore. Her faking her death was to escape from you and shows how deeply she despises you. Why humiliate yourself by pursuing her again?"
She's not dead, Ye Rui indeed isn't dead.
Leng Shaoqing didn't continue to listen to Jiang Haoran and decisively hung up the phone.
