Gu Yan knocked on the door, but no one answered. Seeing that it was about to be eight o'clock, she took out the key and let herself in.
The room was pitch black, leaving Gu Yan perplexed. Was he really not home?
She switched on the lights, looked down to change her shoes, and walked to the living room. The man standing straight by the floor-to-ceiling window startled her.
At this moment, Tang Yuxiu was only wearing a white shirt, without a tie, and the top two buttons were undone, revealing his sexy collarbones. The cuffs were also unfastened and loosely rolled up twice.
His entire being exuded a lazy sharpness.
Gu Yan steadied her mind, "Why don't you turn on the lights when you're at home?"
Tang Yuxiu placed the wine glass on the tray beside him and glanced at his watch nonchalantly, "Seven fifty-nine, I'll give it to you—you're punctual."
Gu Yan's eyes flickered slightly, pressing her lips tightly together, her hands gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.
