Lu Lingxiao looked at his aunt, silent for a moment.
Then, he completely turned around and asked, "Aunt, why would you suddenly bring her up?"
Jian Shuya was obviously a bit nervous and could only force an awkward laugh, "I always felt like I've seen her somewhere but can't place where, so I paid a bit more attention. It was just a casual question."
Lu Lingxiao laughed, a laugh of perfunctory politeness, which Jian Shuya could see through.
Lu Lingxiao took a step closer, stopped in front of her, and countered, "Then, aunt, what do you think my relationship with her is?"
Jian Shuya was at a loss for words, looking at him.
The smile on Lu Lingxiao's face deepened, yet it carried a hint of indifference, "I thought aunt was only interested in my uncle's private life, but to think, you're also so curious about my private life?"
These words actually sounded quite unpleasant.
