Morning mist lingered, and the sunlight had yet to penetrate the clouds.
In the Gu Mansion, it was so quiet that only the sound of the Lan River's water lapping against the shore could be heard.
Robby sent the guest away and hurried back, not yet entering the main house when he spotted from afar the heavy atmosphere of the main house.
So much so that his steps involuntarily slowed.
Upon approaching, he caught the low and somber voice of Lan Ying apologizing.
The one sitting in the dining room, however, remained silent, but the emotions on his face were as dark and heavy as the calm before a thunderstorm, especially daunting to behold.
Gu Jiangnian was adept at calculation, but Jiang Muwan was no fool either.
How could such a guarded person not see through the schemes at play?
But, no rush, she would come to him eventually.
