"I know," Zhuang Ning said quietly.
Warmth suffused Ye Cheng's heart immediately. He thought that Chen Chen must have filled her in.
"I know everything. I deliberately stayed away. I was waiting for today when the dust finally settled," Zhuang Ning continued to say calmly and gently.
Ye Cheng was stunned. For a time, he did not understand what Zhuang Ning meant.
Zhuang Ning looked at Ye Cheng, who was sitting across from her, and thought about Jiahui's words. Jiahui had said that Ye Cheng was sincere toward her, and Jiahui had even felt slightly sorry for him.
At this moment, Ye Cheng's miserable state and also his sincerity made the scar on Zhuang Ning's heart slowly bleed again. She looked into his eyes and asked slowly, "Ye Cheng, do you know Yang Li?"
Ye Cheng, who was still in a daze, shook his head slightly. "No, I don't."
"Are you sure?" Zhuang Ning pressed on.
