Gu Qingxin, "..."
He was actually inviting her along?
"You want me to go with you?" Gu Qingxin stared at him wide-eyed.
Beiming Han's eyebrows crinkled slightly, and he sat down and held her hand, "Shouldn't it be this way? You both will meet sooner or later."
Gu Qingxin, "..."
What exactly was this man thinking of?
Gu Qingxin closely studied his eyes. There wasn't a trace of guilt or unusual emotions—his straightforward gaze made her feel that she was overthinking.
"I won't go!"
"Okay then, I'll have Aunt Zhou prepare your breakfast. I will step out, and in the afternoon..."
"In the afternoon, you go to the company, I have stuff to do." Gu Qingxin immediately replied.
"You're going out? Stay in and rest recently because of your wound." Beiming Han advised.
"Either you stay home and watch me, or I'm going out." Gu Qingxin pulled at his hand.
"..."
