Gu Chen's house had inquired about the events of that year.
Uncle Guang pursed his lips, visibly hesitating. Gu Chen was the young miss's husband, and she had fled because her family had forced her into marriage with extreme methods.
What could he say?
Gu Chen was now the young miss's husband. If he found out, wouldn't he hate the Ji Family?
Wouldn't he hate Mr. Ji?
Swallowing hard, Uncle Guang patiently said to Gu Chen, "Let's go see the young miss first. This is the Ji Family's private matter. As you know, I'm just a worker; I don't have the right to gossip about the master's domestic affairs."
This man, every time he likes to play the worker card.
Always pretending he can't make decisions, acting pitiable and selling a sad story, but in reality, his mind is calculating so loudly, like thunder striking, more than anyone else.
But what he said was true, nonetheless.
After all, Wu Shuhui was there, and since she hadn't spoken up, Uncle Guang naturally dared not to.