Gan Tang's gaze dimmed slightly, "He's dead."
Gan Yuan lifted her lips into a smile.
Truly her obedient son, making her proud!
Hearing footsteps, Huangfu Jue turned his head to look over, just in time to catch the fleeting smile at the corner of Gan Yuan's lips.
Mentioning the "deceased" child's father, she could actually smile happily?
A playful light flashed through Huangfu Jue's eyes. Noticing her outfit, his gaze darkened.
Black skinny pants, a black thin trench coat, even the silk blouse was black... Was she planning to attend a funeral?
However...
His gaze fell on her face. Because she had come out in a hurry, Gan Yuan's long hair was still loosely draped over her shoulders.
Although she still wore those damned black-rimmed glasses and couldn't be bothered to apply lipstick on her face, the woman who always liked to put her hair up and dressed conservatively, at this moment, unusually showed a touch of softness and beauty.