Qiu Qianghai's voice rang crisply: "Got it, I'll come see you tonight."
With that, he took the phone from his ear and abruptly ended the call.
Qiu Qianghai turned around, exuding a cold aura that made people want to retreat three feet.
Gu Jiajie, sitting at the table, looked at him with a slight frown: "Is it those people you hired?"
Qiu Qianghai lowered his eyes, glancing softly at the red woven bracelet on his wrist. A subtle smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a flash of self-mockery crossed his face.
He didn't speak but nodded to Gu Jiajie.
"It's been a year, Brother Hai, stop tormenting yourself."
Gu Jiajie's face revealed a hint of pity, alongside sympathy and compassion for this man.
Since Minmin left, those who knew he was fond of Minmin sent him a few girls who looked somewhat like her.
Qiu Qianghai actually kept one or two of them.
When he first heard about this, Gu Jiajie felt angry, as if Minmin had been insulted.
