When Huo Sicheng heard Yi Shui's words, his distinct and pale handsome face became frosty.
Yi Shui said, "Young Master Huo, how should we handle this matter?"
Huo Sicheng didn't respond to Yi Shui, but just hung up the phone.
Because Gu Qingcheng had gotten up and come downstairs, his eyes were filled with her presence.
Gu Qingcheng was wearing a light pink nightgown, her slender arms and long, thin legs on display, her black hair like satin falling over her shoulders. She looked sleepy and lazy as she came down the stairs.
With every step she took, it felt as though she was stepping on his heart, making it beat wildly.
Gu Qingcheng yawned, and when she felt a burning gaze on her, she paused.
She looked over instinctively and saw Huo Sicheng sitting by the window, watching her tenderly. This immediately dispelled any trace of sleepiness from her.
