Yan Qingruo's matter was known to him even later than to Chu Haoxuan.
He clenched his teeth slightly.
Although he was well aware that it was impossible to be with Yan Qingruo, the news still sparked a sense of helpless acceptance in his heart.
It was already impossible, and now, yet another layer of impossibility was added.
It truly felt like adding insult to injury.
"I know." Chu Haozhe said, and then he was about to hang up the phone.
"Don't you have any thoughts about it?" Chu Haoxuan asked, as if he thrived on chaos.
Chu Haozhe did not speak, and Chu Haoxuan laughed loudly, "Knowing you're not happy makes me happy. Azhe, since it's all impossible anyway, don't care about it too much. After all, whether she is your cousin or not, you still…"
Chu Haozhe seemed to have lost all interest in talking to Chu Haoxuan anymore, and he hung up the phone with a smack.