The living room was so silent that the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.
Time passed, second by second.
Although it was barely over an hour, everyone felt as if a century had crawled by.
Gu Qi's phone finally rang, his voice low and incredibly heavy: "Young Master, I've found out. The girl who injured the Young Madam and Situ Jinse is named An Keqing. She… she… she's an AIDS patient."
The last five words were almost imperceptible, yet they landed in Gu Junzhu's ears like a thunderclap.
Even though he had already harbored a sense of unease, until it was confirmed, there was always a sliver of hope—hoping it was his paranoia, hoping Ye Xingbei was lucky.
But now, Gu Qi's answer mercilessly shattered that small shred of hope.
He gripped his phone tightly and gave an icy command: "Bring her here… no, bring her to my villa!"
He hung up the phone, stood up, and said, "I'm heading out for a bit."
