Gu Siting tugged at his tie and gave Little Snowball a cold glance, "What's your name?"
Little Snowball meowed at him again.
Gu Siting reached out and picked up Little Snowball.
Lately, Gu Fuzhen had been feeding it too well; it seemed to have gained weight.
"You need to go on a diet."
Little Snowball huffed, "..." I'm not fat, I'm not fat, if you dare go upstairs, Daddy, I won't talk to you anymore.
Gu Siting carried Little Snowball upstairs, pushed open the bedroom door, and smelled a faint fragrance.
The scent of a woman's perfume.
Had a woman been in his room?
He remembered that Gu Fuzhen never wore perfume, and this scent wasn't her usual fragrance.
In the moonlight, he saw a delicate figure lying on his spacious sofa.
Ming Yao? Or some other woman?
The handsome contours of Gu Siting's face instantly darkened.
