The night was as dark as ink, spilling down.
And on such a night, someone was destined to suffer from insomnia.
Inside the Gu Mansion, it had been quite some time since Lan Ying, accompanied by the servants, had finished tidying up the study.
Only after Xu Fang asked for permission did he dare to leave.
As he was about to step out, he saw Robby standing under the window of the study, looking up at something.
Approaching, he heard Robby mutter, "What kind of person is Vice President Jiang, really?"
Xu Fang reached into his pocket for a cigarette, shelters from the wind to light it, took a shallow drag to refresh his spirits, then said, "A person who grew wings."
What else can a woman who dares jump down from four or five meters high be?
Robby clicked his tongue, looked at Xu Fang, and that glance was laden with myriad emotions.
Such a ruthless character, would you bring her home to worship as a great high ancestor?
