Hearing Chu Yelin's words, Yin Moran's expression turned slightly cold.
He took a sip of his drink, turned his head to glance at Chu Yelin, and a chill shone through his dark eyes.
"President Chu knows Qiao Xixian?"
At these words, Chu Yelin's hand paused while he sipped his drink, a flicker of surprise crossing his narrow eyes before returning to calm.
His long fingers toyed with the glass in his hand, and he curled the corner of his lips.
"Qiao Xixian? I once spent time at the adventure enthusiasts' club, and just happened to hear people talk about her—she was your girlfriend, wasn't she? At the club, you two were quite the enviable pair. But then, she had an accident and passed away?"
Hearing Chu Yelin mention the past again, Yin Moran gripped his glass a bit tighter, yet his heart didn't ache to the bone like it used to.
Perhaps it was because he had been reminded of it again and again recently, it seemed that the wound was slowly scabbing over.