Gu Nanqiao didn't respond, waiting for him to continue.
Rong Zheng looked at her, "I sought Miss Gu out only to hope that you would agree to one thing."
Gu Nanqiao furrowed her brows, "What thing?"
She couldn't guess what it was exactly, but she vaguely felt that it definitely had something to do with Mu Wanhua.
Moreover, it was probably not anything good.
Rong Zheng lightly tapped the table, then said unhurriedly, "Wanhua is now my wife. Miss Gu is sensible and should know that some things, once past, are past."
His meaning was already clear—it was nothing but a hope that she would keep silent about this matter, not disclosing it to anyone.
"So?" Gu Nanqiao scoffed coldly, "Just because some things are past, does that mean your wife can abandon her own child and just turn the page?"
She was nobody to Mu Wanhua; she had no obligation to keep such a secret for her.
