His lips drew into a tight line; Was he really that untrustworthy in her eyes?
Even after she experienced such terrifying events, she preferred to seek Huangfu Ye instead of him.
His eyelashes drooped, concealing the loneliness in his eyes...
...
By the time Beiming Han returned to the North Garden, it was already late. Aunt Zhou saw him enter and immediately came to greet him, wanting to ask if he had eaten. Beiming Han ignored her and went straight into the elevator.
Aunt Zhou, "..."
What's going on with the young master and the young lady today? They're both acting strangely…
Looks like the soup she prepared for tonight would go to waste…
Gu Qingxin could only lie on her side now, so that the back of her head wouldn't hurt as much.
The sound of a knock echoed. Gu Qingxin sat up. Zhou Na pushed the door open and said, "Miss, I've made some soup. Would you and the young master like some?"
