Divorce Day Eight.
Night.
Facing the man who appeared at Yu Wei's door for the eighth consecutive day, Gu Zixuan stared, glancing from head to toe.
"Why are you here again?"
Feng Chengjin was in an ink-black suit, a white shirt, with a pocket square on his chest, seemingly having rushed over after attending some high-end event. His face was already incredibly handsome, and with this look, the aura of nobility was even more overpowering.
Especially with his pair of eyes deeper than obsidian, whenever he stared at someone, it made them feel utterly exposed, and there was a tension that coursed through one's veins as if hit by electric currents from his gaze.
Gu Zixuan blushed and lowered her head, blocking the doorway without speaking.
Feng Chengjin's gaze carried a hidden depth as he glanced at Gu Zixuan's defensive posture and her refusal to let him in, and the cake box he was holding in his fingertips crumpled slightly in displeasure.
