Gu Qichen's gaze settled firmly on Xia Yangyang's face.
Xia Yangyang's face always bore a kind of indifferent sarcasm, "Gu Qichen, there are many things I haven't said, but that doesn't mean I haven't seen them, nor does it mean I'm a fool. When I used to send you messages and call you, you told me you were working, that you were busy, and your so-called busyness was to enjoy red wine with a female friend?"
Ultimately, Xia Yangyang had pulled out the thorn in her heart.
Time and time again, she convinced herself to be magnanimous, to accept things, to trust Gu Qichen.
But what did she get in exchange for her understanding, time after time?
In the end, Gu Qichen had completely taken Xi Zijun's side.
Gu Qichen said, "Drinking was just a distraction for me, and it just so happened someone was there. Xi Zijun occupies the same space in my life as Mu Liancheng and Shen Shichuan. I have never seen her as a woman; we are just partners."
