"Eleven, what are you doing?" Cute inquired, "I——"
"I'm so thrilled that you're alright, Cute!" Eleven said passionately, holding her face and planting a kiss on her forehead. "You have no idea how worried we all were when you fell ill with a fever! Especially your dad!"
Eleven, holding Cute, was on the verge of crying, uncertain about getting through this.
She was hoping to leave before Cute woke up to avoid the meeting all together. Who would have thought that Cute would come hopping downstairs before she was fully recovered.
Gu Liancheng cleared his throat, but didn't express anything immediately to Cute, instead heading towards the bar. He patted her head as he passed by, uttering a deep, "I'm glad you're alright."
He thought that after pulling Cute out of the refrigerator last night, they had a conversation. Hence he was under the impression that their relationship was cordial and didn't suspect anything.
