Gu Nanqiao knew what he was referring to, "I can tell him that myself."
"But he might not listen to you. You only have the right to negotiate when you hold a trump card in your hand."
"..."
She had no other choice but in the end, she just said, "Let me think about it."
It wasn't that she couldn't let go; she genuinely had a hard time making a decision. After all, Jinjue belonged to Huo Jingting, and even if they were together, she couldn't rashly make decisions that would shake up the shares.
Quan Ye sat on the sofa without getting up, his back facing the night outside the window, his handsome face shadowy against the backlight, slightly blurred.
But deep in his eyes, there was clarity.
His voice grew softer and quieter, "Xiaoqiao, do you know that he is hurt?"
Gu Nanqiao's eyelids drooped slightly; she knew whom he was talking about, "Does it matter whether I know or not?"
Quan Ye stood up from the sofa and stepped closer to her.
