"Weren't we supposed to have dinner?" Gu Ziyou's sullen voice followed him out of the elevator.
Forget it, it's better to slowly imagine the scenario than jump to conclusions.
Or perhaps, she should watch some cheesy idol dramas, maybe then he'd get it.
"Mm."
Gu Ziyou heard the sound of the lock opening.
After opening the door, the first thing was to see if there would be any uninvited guests in his home.
Shen Lingfeng pulled out the key and turned to see her with that cautious and battle-ready look; even though that issue had been explained, as she entered now, her face still showed obvious concern.
His usually indifferent gaze softened; perhaps that night, he should have let Ayan handle the bail alone.
His gaze slowly moved down from her eyes; her skin was extraordinarily good—truly no exaggeration in saying it was fairer than snow. Not even a hint of flaw could be seen even without makeup, smooth enough that one couldn't help but want to reach out...
