The insult from Gu Yusheng was too much for Qin Zhi'ai, and not only was she upset about it, it also meant more trouble for her.
Days before, she had fled to the States to avoid him and prevent their situation from worsening.
Now, all the coincidences after her return had worked against her, and all her previous efforts were in vain.
What if Grandpa really came over to stay for a few days?
Qin Zhi'ai couldn't help but massage the center of her forehead. She dared not think any further.
No matter what, she would need to think of a way to stay out of this like she had before.
Qin Zhi'ai pondered for a moment, removed her quilt, and got out of bed. She hasted to a stack of scripts at her dressing table, carried them over, flipping through and reading every single script on her bed.
Qin Zhi'ai studied them for the entire night. Finally, she discovered the perfect script.
