Gu Qiangwei stared for a long while, then silently pulled her legs back under the covers, settling into a quietness devoid of any sound.
Despite just lying down, her mind was filled with images of Gu Zhendong handing her over to Lan Song.
Her own father, how could he be so heartless?
Twelve years ago, he abandoned her mother, and twelve years later, for the benefit of the company, he personally handed her over to a stranger.
Heh...
Tears wet the pillowcase, yet they made no sound at all.
Gu Qiangwei felt no sleepiness well into the night.
Behind her, suddenly, there was a sound of restless tossing and turning.
Drying her tears, she turned her side slightly and twisted her head, only to see under the warm yellow light, the man on the sofa was constantly shifting, unable to settle.
It was really quite unfair for Qin Sijue with his height of one meter eighty-seven to sleep on a sofa; he tossed and turned feeling uncomfortable however he laid.
