Lu Qianwen, who had just hung up the phone, gripped her mobile phone tightly.
She just heard it was pretty noisy on the other end, and there were woman's voices. Was Gu Qimiao also there?
Is it because of her that he ruthlessly rejected me?
When Gu Qimiao wasn't around, he wasn't like this. At least he would talk nicely on the phone with me, wouldn't just say "I'm busy" and tell me not to call him again...
Gu Qimiao!
She wouldn't hand over what she had worked so hard for so many years to someone else!
...
In the luxurious private room, the colorful lights were headache-inducing, the songs were deafening, and the sound of playing games and drinking punished mingled among them.
Fang Shaobei sat on a sofa, secretly watching Shen Yanchen's dazed manner of drinking alone. Without thinking, Gu Qimiao, who was now working at the art gallery, probably wasn't doing much better than he was.
These two people...
