He sat in the chair, holding a bottle of sea salt, sprinkling it over the steak, with a freshly opened bottle of red wine beside him.
Behind him was a massive pitch-black void, so deep it seemed bottomless.
"I knew you'd be home for dinner, so I didn't prepare a portion for you."
He stabbed a piece of steak with his fork and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing softly: "What are you standing there for? Go on."
Gu Jianlin was stunned, then suddenly burst into helpless laughter.
"Thanks, senior brother."
Seeing the other's appearance had finally lifted the weight off his heart.
"No need to thank me."
Jing Ci said with a faint smile, "The reason the little girl didn't reply to your messages is that she fell asleep at home. After all, she was badly injured and needs proper rest; she's probably sleeping like the dead."
Gu Jianlin remained silent. To outsiders, it might have seemed as though his senior brother had a talent for profiling, knowing just about everything.
