"Okay." Gu Hang listened earnestly. Before leaving, he placed something from his pocket into Sun Rou's hand and then turned and ran off.
"What's this?"
Sun Rou squeezed the bag inside the pocket, not reacting for a long time. It wasn't until she watched Gu Hang's silhouette gradually disappear that she opened the bag for a look. Inside was a bankbook, with ten thousand yuan saved up in dribs and drabs.
Did he just hand over all his belongings to her?
Sun Rou clutched the bankbook, intending to return it, but where was Gu Hang's trace?
No, I must give it back.
Sun Rou chased after him.
However, Gu Hang, with long legs, ran fast. By the time he reached the studio, he saw Ding Ling and Tang Yue preparing to get in the car. Seeing Gu Hang arrive, they drove off immediately. Sun Rou couldn't catch up at all.
The studio had been long closed.
Si Yu had taken Zaozao and Chenchen to school.
No one else had arrived at the studio, and Sun Rou's visit was futile.
