Gu Qian drooped her head, dejectedly saying, "I don't know. He didn't come back to the room to sleep last night and left early this morning. Sister Luoxi, did I make him hate me?"
Yan Luoxi looked at her like a little puppy about to be abandoned, pitifully. She couldn't help but poke her forehead, "If he truly hated you so easily, he would have found someone new years ago."
It's precisely because of deep love that one's eyes can't tolerate any grains of sand. This fool, doesn't she understand?
Gu Qian touched her head, her eyes shone for a moment and then dimmed again, "What should I do then?"
"Actually, I don't think the situation is as serious as you imagine," Yan Luoxi said, taking a sip of her milk tea, transforming into an emotionally analytical sister, "President Mo cares about you, that's why he's angry. And this isn't quite the worst scenario."
Gu Qian looked confused, "Isn't the current situation bad enough?"
