Watching Luo Qingli get into that black sedan, Gu Yuying touched his face, a soft smile on his lips.
Qingqing, as long as it's something you desire, I'm willing to give it to you.
If you want to go to the intelligence bureau, I will support you, as long as you are safe, as long as you are happy.
Gu Yuying's doting on his wife embodied the sentiment: as long as you are well, it is a sunny day for me.
Once inside the car, Luo Qingli couldn't resist looking back, Gu Yuying was still standing at the entrance, not leaving.
From a distance, it seemed he was still watching her.
She sniffled softly, no man was like Gu Yuying, treating her unconditionally good.
Indeed, Gu Yuying's gaze followed Luo Qingli's car - followed her departure until the black sedan left his line of sight.
The intelligence bureau wasn't as mysterious as Luo Qingli had thought, but this place she arrived at was not the headquarters.
Many others, both men and women, had arrived before her.
