This night, returning home.
Gu Jiangnian was in the study at Guanlan Villa, accompanied by Xu Fang, who had traveled from the Capital?
In the study, the atmosphere was somber and silent, comparable to a dawn in the dead of winter, only the cold wind was visible, with nothing else.
It was so quiet that even the flapping sound of birds from outside could be heard.
Of course, this somber air didn't originate from Xu Fang, nor from work-related troubles, but from Gu Jiangnian, from this man's occasional silence and distraction while discussing matters, something rarely seen in daily life.
So much so that Xu Fang, sitting before this man, was momentarily unsure whether to speak or remain silent.
Looking at the person before him, somewhat undecided.
Gu Jiangnian, deep and silent, yet when dividing tasks, he is a decisive person seldom distracted at work.
