Gu Zimu's slender fingers grabbed her wrist. His drunken eyes sparkled like stars. "Ran Ran, don't go, don't leave me..."
"Let go." He Youran was displeased.
She was still in a hurry to treat Lu Qingzhuo's illness. She couldn't delay the process, or else something might go wrong.
Ever since Gu Zimu was traumatized by the fact that the child was Lu Qingzhuo, he had lost his mind and was unable to recover.
However, no one could save him. With his personality, there was no way he would beg He Youran.
Gu Zimu could only go to the bar to drown his sorrows in alcohol. However, if he drank too much, he would easily lose his rationality during the day.
He relied on his personality to come to He Youran's building and waited by the sports car.
His desire to be with He Youran had been carved into his bones.
He didn't expect it to happen.
He spoke the truth after drinking.
Gu Zimu was already speaking his mind.
