Going home…
Listening to his words, Su Xingyue was slightly startled, and then a faint smile finally appeared on her face as she nodded her head.
...
The small town.
Late at night, with a drizzle of rain falling.
Not far from a three-story building, a man stood with a black umbrella, quietly stationed there, looking towards a window on the second floor.
Through the window, even with the curtains drawn, one could see the silhouette of a woman holding a child, endlessly comforting it.
Looking at that figure, Gu Zhiyan's emotions deep within became incredibly complex.
As he was lost in thought gazing at the window, his phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
Gu Zhiyan took out his phone, glanced at the number, and immediately answered.
"What's the situation?"
"Mr. Gu, I've found out for you!" a somewhat excited voice rang out from the phone.
Hearing the other party's words, a tense expression flashed across Gu Zhiyan's face.
