The man seemed to possess eyes in the back of his head, and before Zhou Zhiyan's hands could even wrap around him, he dodged aside, pushing her away without any tenderness or pity.
Zhou Zhiyan was pushed into a corner and stumbled against a potted green plant.
Just then, with a snap, a mobile phone fell from behind the dense foliage of the plant to the ground.
There was a deathly silence in the air for a few seconds.
Gu Siting's face darkened as he walked over and picked up the phone.
The phone was conveniently in recording mode.
The entire scene of Zhou Zhiyan nearly embracing him as he entered the room had been captured.
Gu Siting's piercing black eyes swept towards Zhou Zhiyan.
Zhou Zhiyan paled when their eyes met.
"Brother Siting, the phone isn't mine…" Seemingly realizing something, Zhou Zhiyan widened her eyes, "It must be that little maid called Gu Fuzhen."
Gu Siting looked down at the phone.
