Shi Mei felt a warmth swamping her heart.
Before her eyes, she could already see the domineering face of Ye Tiao.
Ye Tiao quickly replied again, "Where are you now, and where have you been all these years?"
Three years.
Tang Wu had been 'dead' for three years.
How many people had wept loudly for her, how many had been cast into deep sorrow.
This heartless wretch!
She had been alive all these three years yet had not made a single peep?
No, that wasn't right.
Tang Wu was not that kind of person.
Ye Tiao's heart chilled, and Bai Yuejie immediately came to mind.
After all, Tang Wu's heart had been given to Bai Yuejie.
If not for Tang Wu, Bai Yuejie would have died two or three years ago.
Now Bai Yuejie was living healthily, even starting her own business; that was ironclad evidence.
Without a heart, who could live?
Doubts piled upon doubts in Ye Tiao's heart, and she was eager to ask everything all at once.
