Jia Qiulian's voice was neither loud nor soft. Both of them could hear it clearly in the quiet room.
Han Cihui nodded and said nothing. He waited for her to continue.
Actually, even though Jia Qiulian didn't say it, he already guessed it.
With his years of experience as a director, this kind of thing can be guessed just by looking at one angle.
Jia Qiulian pursed her lips and continued. "We were classmates in high school. At that time, my parents were still alive and we were quite rich. My father had a company, and although the business was not very big, the situation we are in is much better than a normal family."
