Gu Xinzhou was expected to stay in the living room.
But on the coffee table lay a cup of coffee that had been half-drunk.
Song Zhen's handsome cheeks tinged with faint unease, he hurried back to his own room.
In the room, there was no sign of Gu Xinzhou!
Song Zhen panicked.
His normally pale face grew even whiter!
Subconsciously, an image flashed through his mind: his mother walking away and leaving him behind.
He forced himself to calm down.
This girl, she couldn't possibly have left George and just walked away, impossible!
At this moment—
Gu Xinzhou, wearing an apron, stood in the kitchen on the first floor, preparing soup.
When Song Zhen found her, he just saw her with her long hair tied up, revealing half of her serene face, bustling about.
The warm yellow halo cast her in a light of gentleness and homeliness.
He greedily watched her for a while.
He even sneakily took out his phone and snapped a picture of her.
Click.
