[Miss: ?]
Gu Zhiqi simply replied to Mo Weiran with a question mark.
[Mo Weiran: Just... you know, that bad peach blossom of mine, wasn't she called Qin Daimai?]
[Mo Weiran: I checked it out, and my mom really does know a girl named Qin Daimai]
[Mo Weiran: But, but...]
[Mo Weiran: That girl is dead! She died just five days ago!]
It was clear that Mo Weiran was very agitated.
She sent four messages in a row.
Gu Zhiqi, looking at the messages from Mo Weiran, wasn't too surprised.
[Miss: No mistake]
[Mo Weiran: ?!]
[Mo Weiran: No, Miss, don't scare me...]
[Mo Weiran: How can somebody who's dead become a bad romance?]
Gu Zhiqi slightly raised her eyebrows as she read Mo Weiran's messages and stayed silent for a few seconds.
Lowering her gaze, she considered whether or not to tell Mo Weiran what was going on.
[Mo Weiran: Miss, it couldn't be... it couldn't possibly be...]
[Mo Weiran: It couldn't be what I'm thinking, could it?]
