When Gu Nanqiao heard the three words "new wedding day," her heartbeat abruptly lost control.
Fragments of blurred memories from that night slowly surged back, draining all the color from her face.
She remembered when they first met, he mentioned it was four years ago, and now, he brought up her wedding night again.
These two occasions seemed as if they were deliberately leading her somewhere.
Gu Nanqiao's face darkened, "Fine, I'll accept your congratulations, you can leave now."
Xiao Zhan looked at her through the door, "I came all this way, Miss Gu, won't you invite me upstairs for a cup of tea?"
Gu Nanqiao responded indifferently, "It's not appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together."
He leaned forward, "Are you so wary of me, Miss Gu?"
Even though she knew he couldn't come in through the door, seeing his posture, Gu Nanqiao instinctively took a step back.
