"You sent people to the Soviet Union?" Gu Nianzhi frowned slightly and looked thoughtfully at the hall ahead. "How did you search for her?"
Xie Qingying felt she was having a hearty talk with a slight acquaintance. She glanced at Gu Nianzhi but didn't answer directly. Instead, she asked, "How old is your friend? Why is she so interested in my aunt?"
Gu Nianzhi put down the grape juice in her hand. She had mixed feelings, but also a faint sense of unease.
If Xie Ziyan was really dead, she wouldn't have to worry so much.
What if she wasn't dead?
What if she got married and had children in the Soviet Union...
Her eyelids twitched involuntarily.
