Gu Nanqiao had just planned to go upstairs to rest, but before he could take a step, his phone rang again.
Mo Feng picked up the phone, glanced at the screen, and his expression became even more serious.
When his face turned grim, it was somewhat intimidating, as if a large cloud had descended over the living room.
He didn't answer the phone but instead looked at her with a profound gaze, his eyes filled with complex, deep emotions.
Whose call could it be, causing his emotions to shift so dramatically, as if facing a formidable foe?
Gu Nanqiao didn't think too deeply, and while he was on the phone, she quickly went upstairs.
Returning to the bedroom, her heart couldn't settle down.
After all, this was still Lancheng; she believed she would eventually escape his captivity. It was just a matter of time.
But what if he really moved her to some desolate place?
