Lu Junhan's handsome face remained utterly indifferent.
It seemed like he was apathetic to everything, and also appeared completely uninterested in her topic of conversation.
This brat actually looked quite similar to his brother, with the same bad temper. If not looked at closely, she could really have thought his brother had returned.
Song Qingwan paused. Her voice was as clear and cold as always, but a trace of nostalgia for the past flashed in her eyes:
"Back when my brother had the car accident, I was abroad in seclusion for advanced studies, cut off from information. Later, Dad sent someone to tell me the news, and he also asked me to come back to take care of you..."
The man interrupted her, expressionless: "I know about that."
"But Dad didn't let me tell..." Song Qingwan suddenly stopped, looking at him in shock: "You... you knew?"
"Yes." Lu Junhan arched his cold, indifferent brow: "Otherwise, what did you think why I would return to the old residence?"
