For the entire day, she felt a little depressed and a little angry. She was angry that Zhang Jingyu suddenly returned home without telling her.
However, she could not help but worry about his injury. She kept thinking about Zhang Jingyu's back injury.
He felt inexplicably frustrated.
She endured the pain and turned over, her back facing the door, trying to close her eyes and sleep.
"Little uncle." Lin Xiaoyu's crisp and tender voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Uncle?
Gu nianjia's eyes flew open as soon as she heard the name.
She was stunned for a moment. When she came back to her senses, she turned her head and saw the familiar figure of the man. He was dressed in a familiar black shirt and had a familiar gentle and elegant aura.
Her eyes reddened."Uncle."
The last word 'uncle' was a little choked up.