"Open the door, I have something to say to you," the man's voice grew increasingly cold and stern, his eyes gloomy as he stared at the tightly shut door, the photo on Weibo making him restless.
Gu Qian clutched the quilt tightly, her voice shaking with fear, "It's too late today, let's talk tomorrow."
There was a moment of silence outside the door.
Gu Qian pricked up her ears and listened for a while, making sure Mo Beichen had left before she flopped back onto her pillow, gasping for breath.
Her fear of Mo Beichen had been long-standing.
When she was five years old and brought into the Mo Family, Grandpa Mo pointed at a cold and indifferent boy and said to her, "This is our Mo Family's eldest grandson, Mo Beichen, your big brother. You two should get along well."
She timidly called out, "Big Brother."
The cold and indifferent boy looked at her with hostility and mockery, saying, "I don't have such an ugly sister."
