Fu Zhen tilted her head, thought for a moment, then walked back and asked him, "So how did you respond to him?"
Pei Zhan snorted again, "What could I do? Of course, I told him it's too late to go now, so I won't disturb your rest; I'll personally come to apologize tomorrow."
As he said this, he sat up again, "So? Did you find anything?"
Fu Zhen dragged a chair to sit in front of him. "How did you know what I went to do?"
Pei Zhan stared at her, wearing an expression of knowing her all too well.
Fu Zhen then took out the letter from her bosom and slapped it on the kang table beside him.
"Take a look at this first."
Pei Zhan picked up the letter with two fingers, glanced at it, and then immediately straightened his posture, "When did this happen?"
"A letter my grandfather gave to my mother six years ago."
