“Xiao Yan, why did you call me just now?”
When the Beilu couple went to their room to put their things, Lucifer looked at Gu Yan.
Gu Yan paused and said, “Let’s go upstairs and talk.”
Beilu’s wife didn’t know about these things, and Gu Yan didn’t want her to know.
Lucifer nodded.
The two of them went upstairs to the study. The floor was covered with a thick carpet, so they didn’t make any sound when they stepped on it.
Many of the books in the study were bought by Miao Xiaoyu. This girl liked all kinds of detective novels, and later on, Gu Yan added some world-famous literary works, especially some translations of Niyar.
She also bought a book written by her mother, Xie Luan. Gu Yan missed his mother and family, so he often put this book by his mother, Xie Luan, at the bedside.
The floor lamp was emitting a gentle light. Lucifer looked up at the woman in front of him. When she was not guarded, this woman was absolutely gentle and quiet like an angel.
