Ji Wei looked at Gu Moqian without speaking.
Is it really impossible to intervene?
Xia Duoduo was already deeply entangled in it. How could she, as her best friend, stand by and do nothing?
"Not agreeing?" Gu Moqian suddenly tightened his grip on her hand.
"I know you're worried, but Duoduo is my best friend. If she needs my help, I would still…" Seeing the darkening in Gu Moqian's eyes, Ji Wei swallowed the rest of her words.
"In the end, you're still going to help."
The man's face was cold and stern, an imposing air filling his gaze. He let out a faint scoff before abruptly releasing her hand.
The warmth on her hand was suddenly taken away, leaving Ji Wei with a sense of emptiness. Her slender fingers twitched slightly. When she raised her eyes again, she saw the man's tense face turned toward the car window, his lips pressed into a rigid, cold line. She suddenly lost the courage to reach for his hand again.
