Taking a deep breath, Gu Qiangwei hid all her pain and hatred, her complexion as pale as a sheet of paper.
Qin Sijue glanced sideways, his deep eyes landing on her pale face, and suddenly tightened his grip around her waist, saying, "It's okay, I treasure you!"
Feeling the sudden grip around her waist, Gu Qiangwei turned her eyes to meet his burning gaze and the slight curve of his lips.
"Let's go!"
He led her straight towards the main entrance.
Watching the two leave, Chen Peifang showed not a hint of anger, but once their figures had disappeared, she calmly said to a servant nearby, "Call 120."
...
Upon leaving the Gu Mansion, Gu Qiangwei's heart was not with her, filled with the image of Gu Zhendong's pale face.
Though he had never shown her much care or fatherly love since her childhood, she had never seen him collapse.
Love and hatred struggled in her heart, threatening to tear her mercilessly apart.
