Gu Mansion must have an insider, but she hadn't found them yet.
So, that day, Jiang Muwan blocked Gu Jiangnian's way.
She reached out, took out her phone, and with gritted teeth, she made a call to Gu Jiangnian.
What kind of man was Gu Jiangnian?
He dared to throw Jiang Muwan's clothes away, clearly calculating that something would happen later.
That call, he did not answer.
Instead, he took the vibrating phone and went to the guest room.
And the man's mouth bore a smug, complacent smile, as boastful as one could be.
Pushing open the door, he saw Jiang Muwan wrapped in a bath towel, standing in the middle of the bedroom with her phone in hand.
His sudden entry surprised her, her eyes climbing with strands of astonishment from their previous anger.
The former, his smile lingering.
The latter, her face filled with surprise.
"Mrs. Gu, what does this call mean?" He pretended not to understand, and still surveyed Jiang Muwan from top to bottom with a measuring glance.
