Gu Zhaohan was standing right at the entrance of the VIP room.
He seemed to have dressed up deliberately today, looking exceptionally handsome.
A black trench coat highlighted his reserved and cool temperament, just like an English prince who had stepped out of an oil painting.
When Gu Zhaohan saw Xia Yangyang, at last, a smile spread across his face.
It was a warm kind of smile.
As if a long-cherished wish had been fulfilled, carrying boundless and beautiful aspirations for the future.
Xia Yangyang merely gazed steadily at him for a few seconds.
Yet, she was indifferent.
Gu Zhaohan, although I left with you today,
you know that we are no longer friends.
Gu Zhaohan watched Xia Yangyang from a distance above.
He was actually very clear in his heart.
He had put up so many conditions, but the most important thing for Xia Yangyang was that she couldn't bear to see Gu Qichen lose everything because of her.
In the end, he had still exploited Xia Yangyang's love for Gu Qichen.
