Gu Xu was speaking and quickly threw the papers he had in his hands onto the office desk. One slid off and fell to the ground, but he didn't even bother to pick up.
Just as he was about to turn around and step away, the sound of the wind came through the phone, followed by Amo's urgent voice, "Gu Xu, do not tell Qiaoqiao, you must not tell her."
"Why?" Gu Xu stopped in his tracks. "Amo, why shouldn't I tell Miss Qiao?"
On the other side of the phone, there was silence.
Gu Xu could only hear the sound of the wind blowing through the long-distance call.
In D City, it was the beginning of a mild and refreshing autumn. However, where Amo was, it was winter. Snow was falling from the sky, making people shiver with cold.
This silence made Gu Xu extremely worried.
But thanks to Amo's momentary silence, he had time to think carefully.
The international call Qiao received just now must have been from Amo.
But Amo didn't speak.
Amo heard Miss Qiao's voice, but he didn't respond.
