Zhao Mengjin turned her head and saw the old lady calling from the window. The old lady's thoughts seemed to be written all over her face. Zhao Mengjin stomped her foot and gritted her teeth, finally understanding the filthy thoughts these elders had; they were all out of their minds.
She didn't want to care about the old lady's intentions, but the old lady sent someone to drag her back. She could only look back repeatedly, watching his figure become more and more distant, not knowing where he went.
Ou Yanan just wanted to be alone for a while. Actually, what he thought was, fine, everything is finally over, over, and he doesn't have to agonize anymore. Was the outcome really not as bad as he thought?
At that moment, images of Gu Nuan rushing over to save him several times floated in his mind. If she knew he was her biological brother, perhaps—
"What are you thinking about?"
