"I've said as much as I'm going to say, if you don't believe me, you can check for yourself."
After she finished speaking, she stood up from the sofa opposite her. "You saved my mother's life, so I owe you a favor. Telling you this, consider it a repayment of that favor."
Then, she set down the coffee cup in her hand and turned to walk out.
It was a long while after she had left that Gu Nanqiao finally came back to her senses, somewhat dazed.
She stared at the note Rong Wei had given her for a while, then reached out, took it, and pocketed it.
...
This oppressive mood persisted until the end of the workday.
Gu Nanqiao walked out of the company, the outside wind blowing against her, feeling the crisp coolness of the post-rain air easing her suppressed emotions somewhat.
She took out her phone and dialed Huo Jingting's number.
It rang a few times before he answered; his voice, sexy and deep with an irresistible weariness, yet he still tried to sound casual, "Miss me?"
