Several days ago, Lan Ying asked Xu Fang, what was the relationship between Miss Jiang and his master?
Xu Fang glanced at her, his face conflicted, his hand holding the documents rising and falling. Eventually, he gritted his teeth and said, "A lord's heart is difficult to fathom."
Now, recalling those words from Xu Fang, Lan Ying felt a certain agreement with them.
Unaware of the rest, just based on the two interactions at the Gu Mansion alone, one involved confinement and the other cold treatment, who would have thought he actually liked her?
As for that question from Gu Jiangnian, whether Lan Ying answered or not, didn't matter.
In the quiet bedroom, Gu Jiangnian's cigarette tip gradually extinguished. The man reached out and tossed the cigarette butt into the trash can, his voice was cold and clear, "Let her stay."
"But——," Lan Ying softly called out but before she could speak, the man sitting at the desk suddenly looked up.
