Gu Shaocheng raised an eyebrow and ignored her, putting away his gentle demeanor. He pushed his wheelchair to the window and looked outside. It was quiet, with a few sporadic figures moving around. Gu Qianqian walked up behind him, "So what do we do now? That bitch Wang Yuanyuan, I want to tear her apart! How dare she treat me like this!"
Who wouldn't talk tough?
Gu Shaocheng sneered inwardly and asked her indifferently, "How did you end up in her hands?"
"I..." Gu Qianqian trailed off. She didn't want to face that possibility.
Gu Shaocheng waited a long time without receiving a response, and asked again, "You don't know, or are you just being silly?"
Gu Qianqian pressed her temples with both hands; the aftermath of smoking dope had left her head aching. As she rubbed her temples, she said, "I don't know if it was him."
"Who?"
