Gu Qingcheng had just stood up from her chair.
When she turned around to get her bag, she heard the man's deep and magnetic voice that sounded like a cello. Her body stiffened.
When Qi Shaoze saw who it was, he subconsciously looked at Gu Qingcheng beside him.
He saw Gu Qingcheng's tense expression, and she narrowed her eyes in displeasure as she looked at the honored guest her grandfather had mentioned.
"Don't be afraid," he comforted Gu Qingcheng softly. "I'm here."
Gu Qingcheng listened to Qi Shaoze's calming words. Although she knew that he was genuinely protective of her, she still felt that she was useless.
"I'm afraid?" She looked at Qi Shaoze. "I'm not afraid of Huo Sicheng."
She took a deep breath and turned to Huo Sicheng.
Huo Sicheng, in a black suit and his wheelchair, exuded a noble and elegant aura.
