Gu Siting quickly remembered.
That evening at Yonghe Pavilion's restroom, the woman had leaned against him on her own initiative, and he had grabbed her wrist and flung her aside.
How come the wrist of this little maid in front of him, delicate and soft, seemed so similar to that woman's?
Was it his illusion?
Aunt Zhong, who was in front, coughed when she saw Gu Siting holding onto Ming Yao's wrist without letting go.
"Fourth Master, the car is driving smoothly now."
Gu Siting hurriedly released Ming Yao's wrist and pushed her away at once.
It was really strange; this little maid had stirred a sense of compassion in him.
It must be because she almost jumped off a cliff to commit suicide, and the guilt in his heart was playing tricks on him!
Afterward, Gu Siting didn't spare Ming Yao another glance, his chiseled profile tense, handsome and sharp, exuding an aura of 'Keep Away From Me.'
