Qin Sijue lifted his eyes, his tone chillingly cold, "The people I invite are here to serve only me."
Gu Qiangwei: "..."
Dragging her suitcase, she could only turn around to see if she could catch a ride while on the road.
Since it was a road, there must be cars passing by, right?
Little did she know that the winding mountain road was Qin Sijue's private property.
Hearing the fading footsteps, Qin Sijue, sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but turn his head, only to see her figure had disappeared at the entrance.
The old butler came out, remembering Gu Qiangwei well since she was the first woman Young Master had brought back to Jueyuan.
"Young Master, Miss Gu has left. Walking, she likely won't reach Jingcheng center until nightfall, and once it gets dark, the surroundings are uninhabited. Might it not be..."
The old butler hesitated, worried about Gu Qiangwei.
And with one phrase, he struck a chord in Qin Sijue's heart.
