Zhou Huimei's face turned pale instantly.
Her lips trembling, Zhou Huimei's mind flooded with countless words, but in the presence of her son, she could only stammer out, "You, you you…"
Shen Jian妮 raised an eyebrow, waiting for Zhou Huimei's response.
But this time, He Qimo didn't intend to let Shen Jian妮 and his mother create any earth-shattering, ghost-weeping scenes on Christmas Eve night. He simply said, "My mom is not well."
Then he continued to drag Shen Jian妮 into the house and upstairs.
He threw Shen Jian妮 into a bedroom.
As he walked into the master bedroom he once shared with Gu Zixuan, He Qimo's gaze became somber for a moment.
Perhaps it was too poignant a reminder, or perhaps the reality of Gu Zixuan being with Feng Chengjin became increasingly clear, making him realize that he had indeed been divorced from Gu Zixuan for a long time…
He looked at the empty space, once filled with Gu Zixuan's clothes, now cleaned out without a single piece left.
