Wen Yanqing did not waste his breath on him and turned around to enter the villa.
Lin Gantang was curled up under the blanket playing with her phone. When she heard a sound, she looked up and softly said, "You're back?" Then, she continued to send messages.
Wen Yanqing nodded, removed his coat, and hung it up. He walked to the window as if nothing had happened and looked in the direction where Gu Zhichuan had stopped.
Gu Zhichuan looked up at the lights on the third floor not far away and saw the figure of a man standing in front of the window. He put out his half-smoked cigarette with a sullen and cold expression. Finally, he stepped on the accelerator and roared off.
Wen Yanqing narrowed his eyes and looked away.
He heard the sound of Lin Gantang's giggles and looked over. He didn't know what she was looking at, but her eyes were curved into crescents.
"Chatting?" Wen Yanqing saw that she was typing.
