"Mr. Gu... President Gu?"
Shen Xian, witnessing this scene, lost her words for a moment and uttered an almost inaudible call.
Gu Chen stood tall in the darkness, seeing Shen Xian holding up her bandaged hands, his eyes as soft as moonlight suddenly deepened.
He then slightly lifted his hand behind him, and the three black sedans behind him, receiving the signal, silently retreated, quickly disappearing into the night, vanishing quietly like a stream of light.
"Is the injury serious?"
As he spoke, he had already walked up to Shen Xian, his hands cradling her two hands held in front of her, his gaze dark and his tone hoarse.
"Not serious, not serious, just some scratches,"
Shen Xian, recovering from her shock, hurried to explain.
She turned her head and saw her grandmother looking at them with the same surprised expression and quickly introduced him, "Grandma, this is my boss, Gu Chen."
"Oh, hello, hello, it's so kind of you to come all this way, please come in."
