"I didn’t expect you’d want to see me." Sheng Jiaoyang looked at Lin Yu, who was seated opposite her.

Lin Yu was also looking back at her, and he realized that Sheng Jiaoyang was very different from before. There were now traces of ferocity and decisiveness between her brows, similar to a newly-sharpened treasured sword.

"Jiaojiao, I asked you out today because I wanted to ask you something," said Lin Yu.

"Ask away." Although they couldn’t become lovers, Sheng Jiaoyang still treated Lin Yu as a friend.

Lin Yu pursed his lips and organized his thoughts before he asked, "You know that Shiyun's mother has been detained, right?"

Sheng Jiaoyang looked up at him and sneered before straightforwardly admitting, "Of course I do, I was the one who sent her in."

Lin Yu was stunned and left dumbstruck by this revelation.

Sheng Jiaoyang picked up her teacup and casually took a sip from it.

"Do you hate her that much?" At this moment, Lin Yu had complex feelings in his heart. In his eyes, Sheng Jiaoyang had always been a bright and cheerful girl, a girl who lived without a tinge of darkness in her life. It never crossed his mind that she would harbour such hatred in her heart.

"Hate her? I definitely...