Gu Siting lowered his head, his narrowed eyes dark and deep as he looked at her, "Ming Yao," he called her by her full name, his voice sounding as if it came from the depths of his throat, cold and devoid of warmth, "Not only did you not leave the capital, but you also dared to provoke me actively, have I given you the wrong impression?"
Facing the man's powerful aura, Ming Yao's hands that were pressed against his chest clenched into fists, tightening slightly.
Taking a deep breath, she spoke to him in a calm tone, "The old man in the house is very important to me. He is seriously ill, and I need Snow Ganoderma to make medicine for him, can you..."
Gu Siting had figured out her sudden initiative to knock on his car window.
It was for that Snow Ganoderma.
Knowing he might refuse, and even humiliate her, but she still sought him out.
Just for that old man on the verge of death inside?
Were everyone else more important to her than he was in her heart?
