I dare not ask for your help

Zhao Guibi was silent for a while before looking at Song Qian. It was obvious that she was willing to talk to Yun Xiangxiang, but she did not want too many people to know about it.

Song Qian was very understanding as she carried the Thermos flask out. "I'll wait for you outside."

When only Zhao Guibi and Yun Xiangxiang were left in the room, she said. "A few days ago, I created an account."

There was some information in the private account. Although it was not complete, she was still her. If she followed her usual way of thinking, she would be able to come up with many things.

"Everyone outside thinks that my mother died of an illness," Zhao Guibi continued.

Yun Xiangxiang thought about it and felt that something was not right. "Isn't it?"

Then she thought about how Zhao Long listened to Zhao Guibi. Could it be...