Who's the Laughing Stock Now

Ting Lan.

In Cheng Juan's study room.

Cheng Wenru looked at him with wide eyes. All her previous doubts were finally cleared up. "Third Bro, you already knew about this."

"Yeah, but I didn't tell anyone." Cheng Juan pointed to the opposite chair, his face calm as always. However, his eyes had become darker and colder. "Sit down."

Even if Cheng Raohan had exposed the truth, he was still close to Cheng Wenru.

"You're not going back?" Cheng Wenru pursed her lips.

She was now physically and mentally exhausted from fighting with Cheng Raohan.

"It depends." Cheng Juan turned on the computer and clicked on a document. "When's the next Patriarch selection?"

This was a question that Cheng Wenru always avoided. She had purposely avoided mentioning this to Cheng Juan, afraid that it would poke at his sore spot. But now that he himself brought it up so casually, she paused for a moment, and finally said, "Half a month later."