Gu Zixuan, who had left, went home in a daze, her tears flowing more and more.
So much so that she barely remembered how Song Pingjun's car was stopped on the way, how He Qimo and Zixi took her away, and finally, how Brother Yu handed her a warm cup of tea when she got home.
All she remembered was that once she got home, the first thing she did was drive everyone out and lock herself in her bedroom.
The breakdown in her emotions made everyone understand that she already knew everything.
The atmosphere in the whole house was oppressively heavy.
He Qimo couldn't help but take out a cigarette, holding it between his lips, his low brows more profound than a black whirlwind. Several times, he wanted to twist the doorknob and walk inside.
Whether to explain on behalf of Feng Chengjin, to fulfill them, or to take Gu Zixuan away, if Gu Zixuan didn't mind he and Shen Jian妮 had a relationship, they could reconcile.
