Gu Ningyi's hand clenched tightly, then slowly relaxed, he turned around, slightly raised his eyes, a hint of sarcasm barely flickering in his eyes, "Coming for you? What do you have that would make me come for you?"
In Dong Xin Yan's mind, she couldn't help but picture the scene from just moments ago, her heart tightening violently, even though her back was against the door, she unconsciously wanted to retreat.
Even though he couldn't see her expression, he could feel her shrinking back, the mockery in his eyes deepened, but only for a moment, he dropped his eyelids, his long, thick eyelashes covered them, casting a shadow around his eye sockets.
His face was clearly calm and indifferent, yet faintly exuded traces of sorrow, stifling the heart, oppressing.
He did not speak again, instead, he turned around, once more feeling for the phone on the bedside table, picked it up, fumbled to dial a number.
After two rings, it was picked up, the voice was very respectful, "Mr. Gu."
