After going through everything inside one last time, she stood in front of his desk in a daze, her thoughts a tangled mess.
Another ear-splitting clap of thunder sounded.
Gu Nanqiao jumped in fright but also regained her senses because of the thunder.
She reached out and picked up the Transformer toy on the desk, feeling an unexplainable oppression in her mood.
She stared at it for a long while before putting it back.
There weren't many toys inside; most of them were his office supplies. Gu Nanqiao looked towards the sofa.
On it, there was a set of neatly folded children's clothes.
By the style and size, it probably belonged to a four- or five-year-old boy.
Why were there a boy's clothes and toys in his study? What was the boy's relationship to him?
Did Huo Jingting leave in a hurry this time because of the woman sobbing over the phone, or was it because of this child?
Gu Nanqiao stared at the set of children's clothes and, inexplicably, felt her eyes moisten.
