Zhou Yun slammed on the brakes, staring at Tang Zhi Chu in shock.
"Pancreatic cancer. Sister Lan once drove me to the hospital, and she found out. She's helped me a lot these past few days since my dad passed away."
Zhou Yun turned off the engine and asked in disbelief, "Did it all happen just these past few days?"
"Yeah."
Zhou Yun rubbed her face. "I'm sorry."
Tang Zhi Chu shook his head. "It's okay. It's all in the past. I'd been mentally prepared for the old man's illness for a long time."
It was perfectly reasonable to tell a friend that his father had died, right? Tang Zhi Chu muttered inwardly, Old man, I'm doing this out of respect for you, okay? You're down there—no, up there. You'd better watch over me!
After a moment of silence, Zhou Yun suddenly swore. "Chen Si Yang is such a jerk."
Tang Zhi Chu stared at her. What did Yang Yang have to do with this?
"It's okay. It's all in the past."
Zhou Yun opened her mouth, about to ask why he hadn't told her. But he'd already told her now, and it wasn't exactly good news that she could shout about in the street.
Zhou Yun leaned closer and comforted him. "It's okay, it's okay. Your dad would be proud of you. You really should thank Sister Lan. And you've got the nerve to borrow her car? You should've called me. Remember to treat Sister Lan to dinner when you return the car."
Tang Zhi Chu nodded. "Yeah, I will."
For the rest of their time together, Tang Zhi Chu saw a whole new side of Zhou Yun. She was unbelievably gentle.
They got a private room. A server had been there to grill their meat, but Zhou Yun