Successfully driving Rong Zhan mad with anger, Gu Yi'an felt a bit more relaxed herself.
Though she had asked Rong Zhan to come over, she still felt inevitably apprehensive.
After all, talking with Rong Zhan meant she had to spill all those matters.
Those… things she absolutely couldn't bring herself to speak about.
The pressure was still immense.
But by teasing Rong Zhan for a bit, diverting her attention even just slightly, she could relax a little, not be so tense.
The study.
Several large bookshelves filled with various books, some belonging to Tan Jincheng, some to Gu Yi'an.
The sunshine was bright outside the window.
Gu Yi'an sat on the sofa by the window, the purple curtains drawn, making the light in the room somewhat dim, but not to the extent of blackout curtains that plunge the room into complete darkness.
She did not like the dark.
"Anan, I'm waiting right outside the door, call me if you're uncomfortable," Tan Jincheng said softly.
