On this early morning, Jiang Muwan finished her milk, leaving a ring of white mustache around her lips.
That was how she assessed Gu Jiangnian's thrice-wrapped quality as lacking.
What's the difference between that and eating in secret without time to wipe your mouth?
Did Jiang Muwan have pride?
She did.
But her pride counted for little in the face of certain things.
Ignoring the amused looks of the servants in the dining room, Muwan left the dining room just in time to see Xu Han rushing in from outside, his face filled with urgency and seriousness.
"Boss——," Xu Han blurted out as soon as he saw Gu Jiangnian, but upon catching a glimpse of Jiang Muwan behind him, his urgent call ceased, and no more words came forth.
Gu Jiangnian said nothing, glanced at Xu Fang, and as he turned away, a chilly gaze swept across her face.
Seeing that the white mustache had disappeared, the man's lips curved slightly.
